Ms Wicked

Look at the Time

        *This story is based loosely on a true story some of the names have been changed at request of the person.* 

with love and lots of hugs,

**Wicked**

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            Ten years ago:

  The kitchen was quiet as I walked in to start my day. It was only monday and I was ready for the weekend, I hadn't slept at all my body dragging as I start preparing the kitchen for breakfast. My ears perk up as I hear the kitchen door squeak open.

"Hey boss!" Paul yells out 

  I smile as my favorite employee enters to the back of the restaurant. Secretly  I was checking him out again. Paul stands at 6'5 dark red hair green eyes and heavily muscled body. I sigh to myself  knowing I couldn't even flirt with him being his boss. Paul started working for me long ago and we are best friends, I craved  more not knowing if he would ever feel the same.

"Hey Paul, how are you?" I reply quietly and shyly.

"I am good Boss, how are you doing? 

"I am good" 

  I can feel his eyes on me as I chop up the carrots for soup. I start to blush as I feel him come closer our bodies almost touching. I hold back a moan as he touches my shoulder his rough hand making my body heat up. I look up to see his face close to mine his eyes studying my face.

"You look tired Boss, no sleep again Sarah?"

"No, Paul I didn't  get much sleep I will be fine please go get the front end ready we got twenty minutes  before opening."

"Will do Sarah" his voice deep and rough 

  I sigh again as I hear Paul leave to go out front. He was the reason I couldn't  sleep  I wanted so bad to say something  to him. I didn't  want to ruin our best friends relationship. Even though I thought a lot about my feelings for Paul. I would  not ever say anything about it. 

 Looking up at the clock finishing the last of the prep for the morning. I start the soup so it ready for lunch my mind wondering as I mindlessly cut the chicken up. I hear the bell chime as I him to myself  knowing  my first meal will need to be cooked I get a pan ready patiently waiting for the order to come.

  I look up as I hear the back door open I grin knowing it my other best friend John. I called him Sweets because he was such a gentleman. I watch as he limps into the kitchen. I check him out as he comes closer John is 6'1 blonde hair blue eyes and firm thin build. He was just as hot as Paul. 

"Hey Sweets," I greet him 

"Hey Boss Lady how you doing ?"