She was being watched. She new it for sure. It had been going on for weeks now. She could feel every nerve in her body come to life. Whoever it was hid in the shadows effortlessly, putting a fear in her she had never experienced.
The moment he c...
He was coming. She felt his presence come closer and closer. He gave off this overpowering energy and all she wanted to do was get closer to it. She wanted to absorb it into every pore in her body. And that was fucking weird. No man has ever had this affect on her and it slightly pissed her off. She was better than this needy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She needed to keep focus on her studies and getting her car back on the road in time. Not on some nigga. Not this time.
"What's good, ma?" His voice was low and sounded like he had just woken up. It had her knees knocking.
"Hello, Mr. Brewster. Is there anything I can help you with." She kept it formal.
"Dave." He countered.
"Dave."
She saw his eyes narrow in on hers. They even slightly glazed over like he wasn't necessarily present anymore. He licked his lips and she had no choice but to watch. They were a nice shade of pink against his brown skin. They looked absolutely delicious. She had to snap herself back from the imagines floating in her head.
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"That's better." He said. "How was your first week? You handlin' everything okay?"
"Yes it's been good. Other than that night with Quavo, it's been fun really." She smiled.
"That's good. What made you wanna work here anyway? Your resume was way too good for a bottle girl."
"I just needed something fast so I can pay to fix my car. I gotta head back to school soon."
A look crossed over his face she couldn't recognize.
"What you in school for?"
"Culinary arts."
"You tryn' betop chef and shit, huh?" He smirked.
"Some like that."
"You think you good?"
"I'm the best."
"I like that attitude. I wouldn't mind gettin' a taste one day."
She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming "You can get a taste of whatever you want!" He definitely meant that as a double entendre. And she instinctively leaned forward trying to get closer to him. He noticed but didn't say anything he just smirked.
"Be good and you might." She hadn't intended to flirt back but it happened so fuck it.
