Granted my piercings that showed were just enough to make me feel wild but not too overboard. The tattoos I had were hidden, for my eyes only and no one else’s. My parents didn’t approve but rarely said anything since I left home and paved my own way in life. I loved my parents, I loved them a lot but working for our family’s restaurant chain only proved disastrous since I hardly got paid. It was all under the guise of ‘we’re family and if you need anything we’ll pay for it.’ I rebelled enough that my father started to pay me a salary but it still felt wrong taking their money. So I stepped out into the world on my own desperate to prove to myself that I could do it.
I stood beside him holding the plate. I cleared my throat to gain his attention. He was engrossed in the business section of the Wall Street Journal. He looked up and the sun began to peer through the clouds and he suddenly radiated in front of me. Seriously? I let out a breath. I know I was gawking at him. How could I not? He was simply model perfect, like he had come out of some advertisement for GQ. He smiled at me which made his intense blue eyes pop when I realized I was still holding his plate in my hand. “Your food” I stammered.
He moved aside and I gently placed it onto the table.
“Would you like anything else?” I asked trying hard not to look like I lost my senses.
“Some more coffee please.” He said quietly. I nodded not making another sound. I quickly turned and walked back losing my extra sway. God I’m such a loser.
“Ah, would you like anything else?” Kaci made a mocking face laughing at me with Roxi.
“Shut up!” I hissed, as I pick up the coffee kettle and headed back. I poured his coffee without trying to disturb him, when I saw he was looking at an ad for the new art exhibit that had just came into the city.
“Salvador Dali is amazing. I saw his paintings when I was in Paris last year at the Musee d’Orsay.” I said without thinking. He kept his eyes on the paper.
“Really? So you’ve been to Paris have you?” He turned his head and peered at me with his fierce blue eyes. Somehow his question seemed loaded.
“Ah yes…” Stupid Lexi, I mentally yelled at myself for making the mistake and talking. “I try to travel somewhere every year.” Why am I explaining this to him? He kept staring at me, his face was perfection itself.
His dark brown hair was brushed and slightly gelled back but still looked a little messy. I wanted nothing else but to dive my fingers into his hair. He sported a perfect goatee that was trimmed on the sides but full around his mouth. Oh that mouth, it was so lush. The bottom lip was full while his top lip was thinner with two wonderful little peaks. God I would love to have a taste. I was losing myself in his gaze like he was pulling me in, telling no willing me to stay, before I could say anything my beeper went off, waking me up from my very erotic day dream.
“Enjoy your meal” I mustered up.
“What the hell was that?” cried Roxi “I had to call you back with the beeper!”
My face was flush and red from the being caught by his look. “Holy shit.” I murmured giggling to myself; I could still feel my heart racing.
Kaci looked at me laughing “You looked like you wanted to eat him alive!” I put the kettle down.
“I seriously need to have sex. It’s starting to really make me have very naughty dreams about my fave Mr. Suit” I winked.
“Just watch porn and think of him, you’ll be good.” Roxi offered as she laughed.
“Been there, done that.” I added waving my hand at her. Kaci’s laugh stopped as she stood still not making a sound. I knew in my gut this was going to be bad.
“Kaci? Please tell me you joking or I swear I’m leaving right now.” She moved her head slowly from side to side.
“Um sir can we help you? Do you need anything?” Kaci finally spoke up. I felt my face heat up, Roxi bit her lower lip trying to hold back her laughter.
“I just need some milk for my coffee.” He stood so close behind me that his voice gave me shivers down my spine. How I wish he would give me more than shivers but right now I wished the ground would swallow me whole. Kaci rushed and gave him his milk. I stood still, not looking at him. I waited till he sat himself back down again before I turned to see him.
“Doesn’t he usually take his coffee black?” Roxi asked.
“He does” I answered.
“So why the milk?” She asked.
Behaviors of customer especially super uber rich ones were out of our understanding. They changed their minds so frequently that I just stopped caring. Though I did act like I cared and went through the motions for work, it paid well and I had fun with my friends so I stayed.