plate insinuating that I
give him more. Taking another piece, I take a bite and then give him some. We
stand together in my kitchen, eating our entire breakfast this way. I’ve never
fed another person, but feeding King has got to be the sexiest thing in the
entire world.
_____
“Faster,” Ross yells at me as I whip a bowl of glaze for the
steak that Emilio is pulling off the grill. “Yes, Chef,” I yell.
For some reason Ross let me back on the main line today and
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s testing me again and thinks I’ll
fail, or maybe ‘cause King ended up calling him after all, and told him the
blow up thing was his friend being a dick and not my fault. Not sure if he
believed him, but whatever, I really don’t care. It feels so good to be back in
this place. My arm is burning from hand whipping the glaze, but the pain is
worth it. Emilio sets the steak down and says, “One filet mignon, medium rare,
Chef.” I drizzle the glaze over it and add the sides, then wipe the plate clean
as I yell, “Order up,” placing it in the window with the ticket.
“All right, everyone, shift swap. Lunch crew, you’re out.
Dinner crew, you’re up,” Ross says and like a well-oiled machine we all trade
places. It’s one of the perks of working here. Our days are never twelve to
sixteen hours like most chefs, instead eight to ten hours at the most. Stepping
back from my post that I manned all day, my fingers are sore and my back is
burning.
“Great job today, Ever,” Ross says, walking into the office.
“Thanks,” I respond, shocked by his words. It is the first
compliment he has given me in a long time.
Changing out of my clothes into the spare I brought with me
in the bathroom, I then wash my hands and spray some perfume on me to hide the
food smell that sticks with me after work. Digging in my purse for some gum, my
phone chimes and I see a message from King. I’m here.
I’ll be right out.
“Bye, guys,” I say as I wave and walk out the back door.
King is parked in the exact spot he dropped me off at this
morning and he spots me right away. Getting out of his car, he hugs me tightly,
nuzzling my neck before kissing my lips. “I missed you,” he says.
“Me too.” And it’s the truth, when my mind wasn’t consumed
with a million orders, I was thinking about him and the time we spent together.
He opens the door for me and I slide right in, loving
finally being off my feet.
He gets in too and I tell him, “Sorry if I stink.”
“You don’t stink. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t care,” I tell him. “What do you do on Sunday
nights?”
“Well, typically I volunteer at the senior center and then
pick a hooker up on my way home. That’s after I bet on a few illegal
cockfights.”
“Classy. Sign me up for all of that. Can I get my own hooker
though?”
“Sure, why not?” he grins and then says, “For real though, I
really don’t do much. I work and go to the gym, then relax and work on my
current projects.”
“Relaxing sounds nice. I’m sore from today.”
“I have a hot tub, if you wanna soak for a bit.”
“Oh my God. Yes, I’d love to. Could you stop at my house so
I can grab a swimming suit?”
“You won’t need one.”
“No?” I question.
“No, I mean, if you wanna grab one, that’s fine, I’d love to
see you in it, but I’ll have you naked before you hit the water. My balls are
screaming at me, thinking of everything we did yesterday. I could barely get
any work done today.”
“I know what you mean.”
“So you calling in tomorrow, or what?”
“Don’t have to, Mistee is working for me. She needs the
money.”
“You asked?” he gasps.“I’m surprised.”
“Are you?”
“No, I knew you’d come to your senses. So, I’ve got
twenty-four hours with you all alone?”
“More like thirty-six.”
He looks over at me with that grin and it turns me on
tremendously. I’m not sure what to expect over the next
give him more. Taking another piece, I take a bite and then give him some. We
stand together in my kitchen, eating our entire breakfast this way. I’ve never
fed another person, but feeding King has got to be the sexiest thing in the
entire world.
_____
“Faster,” Ross yells at me as I whip a bowl of glaze for the
steak that Emilio is pulling off the grill. “Yes, Chef,” I yell.
For some reason Ross let me back on the main line today and
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s testing me again and thinks I’ll
fail, or maybe ‘cause King ended up calling him after all, and told him the
blow up thing was his friend being a dick and not my fault. Not sure if he
believed him, but whatever, I really don’t care. It feels so good to be back in
this place. My arm is burning from hand whipping the glaze, but the pain is
worth it. Emilio sets the steak down and says, “One filet mignon, medium rare,
Chef.” I drizzle the glaze over it and add the sides, then wipe the plate clean
as I yell, “Order up,” placing it in the window with the ticket.
“All right, everyone, shift swap. Lunch crew, you’re out.
Dinner crew, you’re up,” Ross says and like a well-oiled machine we all trade
places. It’s one of the perks of working here. Our days are never twelve to
sixteen hours like most chefs, instead eight to ten hours at the most. Stepping
back from my post that I manned all day, my fingers are sore and my back is
burning.
“Great job today, Ever,” Ross says, walking into the office.
“Thanks,” I respond, shocked by his words. It is the first
compliment he has given me in a long time.
Changing out of my clothes into the spare I brought with me
in the bathroom, I then wash my hands and spray some perfume on me to hide the
food smell that sticks with me after work. Digging in my purse for some gum, my
phone chimes and I see a message from King. I’m here.
I’ll be right out.
“Bye, guys,” I say as I wave and walk out the back door.
King is parked in the exact spot he dropped me off at this
morning and he spots me right away. Getting out of his car, he hugs me tightly,
nuzzling my neck before kissing my lips. “I missed you,” he says.
“Me too.” And it’s the truth, when my mind wasn’t consumed
with a million orders, I was thinking about him and the time we spent together.
He opens the door for me and I slide right in, loving
finally being off my feet.
He gets in too and I tell him, “Sorry if I stink.”
“You don’t stink. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t care,” I tell him. “What do you do on Sunday
nights?”
“Well, typically I volunteer at the senior center and then
pick a hooker up on my way home. That’s after I bet on a few illegal
cockfights.”
“Classy. Sign me up for all of that. Can I get my own hooker
though?”
“Sure, why not?” he grins and then says, “For real though, I
really don’t do much. I work and go to the gym, then relax and work on my
current projects.”
“Relaxing sounds nice. I’m sore from today.”
“I have a hot tub, if you wanna soak for a bit.”
“Oh my God. Yes, I’d love to. Could you stop at my house so
I can grab a swimming suit?”
“You won’t need one.”
“No?” I question.
“No, I mean, if you wanna grab one, that’s fine, I’d love to
see you in it, but I’ll have you naked before you hit the water. My balls are
screaming at me, thinking of everything we did yesterday. I could barely get
any work done today.”
“I know what you mean.”
“So you calling in tomorrow, or what?”
“Don’t have to, Mistee is working for me. She needs the
money.”
“You asked?” he gasps.“I’m surprised.”
“Are you?”
“No, I knew you’d come to your senses. So, I’ve got
twenty-four hours with you all alone?”
“More like thirty-six.”
He looks over at me with that grin and it turns me on
tremendously. I’m not sure what to expect over the next
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