Stray Master [MxM]

[Chapter Three]

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Scottish Translation

Halò - Hello

Bràthair - Brother

M'eudail - My Dear/My Darling

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Wednesday night, the same night I met the confident sexy man named Lewis, is a quiet night. I've been listening to music since CeCe left around five at the end of her shift, dancing along to songs that aren't normally dancing songs and cleaning off tables or the floors. I had restocked most of the food on the shelves under the counter I've been at all day, same with cups or napkins and I've cleaned the coffee machines as Miss Parry prefers.

My boss is a very clean lady, not obsessively but she likes to run a clean business, meaning all the machines are cleaned twice a day; Before Lunch rush and after closing. The floors and counters are the same, the food shelves cleaned then restocked. I think it's nice, some coffee shops I've been to smelt of only coffee or weren't as clean as one would think.

Miss Parry won't allow that. She had installed fragrance sprays in the ceiling, ones that occasionally spray a homey and welcoming scent to go with the fresh coffee smell. It's something I would have never thought of and I'm glad she did because every time I walk in it feels like I'm home and all the stress I normally have is lifted off me. It benefits working too, keeps me focused, and not as stressed as I could be.

I've had a great day, at least during and after Lewis and his friend left. Granted my skin was still flushed an hour after he left, the memory of him flirting and complimenting me forcing the blush to return. CeCe had teased me relentlessly, singing 'Tom and Lewis sitting in a tree K-I-S-S' along with the entire song that goes with it. She had told me many times to text him and speak to him, but I want to wait for when he does it first- if he even does.

I like his confidence and how he took control of the situation when he was here, I think many men may have misunderstood my reaction and left me alone. Lewis had read me correctly and made sure I knew he was interested in me, with as many compliments he gave me and his flirting, especially with the urges to save his number. He didn't make me uncomfortable or nervous, which is a miracle with his size and general appearance; he's intimidating, but he deliberately made himself smaller to appear non-threatening to me.

It's something I never saw a man do before, normally men- especially my age, and Lewis seemed only a few years older- appear to believe that being big and cocky will make a potential partner more willing to date them. They puff their chests out, fight, be assholes, and overall just give out a vibe of toxic masculinity. They wouldn't make themselves smaller to make another person feel comfortable, especially if they think that they are already everything a person could ever want.

Lewis wasn't like that, he was sweet to me and he was charming.  Making himself smaller and keeping his eyes on my face, I may not have breasts like women but I can still feel sick and uncomfortable when I'm looked at like a sex object. Lewis never went over that invisible line when you meet someone new and are interested in them; never tried to touch me, said inappropriate things, or treated me badly. He was respectful and most importantly, to me as I'm searching for one, he appeared dominant to me.

The way he handled himself around me, watched my reactions, and gave subtle orders of what I was to do in the middle of casual sentences. From what I experienced with dominant, William, and what I've read, he gave off dominant vibes. I'm completely okay with that, although I may be getting my hopes up.