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“Shit, darlin’. You just made my fuckin’ day,” I smile back.
“Do you want another minute?” she asks as a couple makes themselves comfortable a few seats down.
“Sure. Do what you gotta do. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I tell her and as she turns, my eyes drop to her softly swaying hips and the curve of her round ass held tightly in her jeans.
I bite my lip as my thoughts go into overdrive. The excitement growing in my jeans has already hit an uncomfortable level as my dick strains against my zipper. I shift in my seat, trying to get some sense of relief.
I know I’ve been building up this moment of seeing her again in my mind. Shit, I’ve been envisioning her on a regular basis, but having her right in front of me has my body reacting to the simplest interactions. I watch her smile at the couple and take their order, pouring them coffee and juice before turning back in my direction. God damn she’s beautiful.
“Did you make any decisions yet?” she asks.
“What’s your favorite?” I ask, wanting her to share something with me.
“Well, that depends,” she says as her teeth pull softly at her bottom lip.
“On what?” I ask.
“On whether I want something sweet, or something savory. If I’m craving sweet, I go for the French toast with strawberries and cream. But if I’m feeling savory, I’d pick the Denver omelet,” she shares.
“In that case, give me the Denver omelet with a side of home fries and an English muffin,” I say.
“Savory today?” she questions with a small smile.
“I’ve got all the sweetness I can handle right in front of me,” I answer and her eyebrow lift. She turns and moves into the kitchen without another word. What is she thinking?
My eyes stay locked on the door until she returns, only about a minute later. My heart thumps in my chest and my lungs burn as I realize I was holding my breath every second she was gone. Her eyes fall on me for a fraction of a second, but she moves away, delivering plates to the waiting couple. She laughs softly as she talks with them, and I’m mesmerized by the sound. She turns, making another quick trip into the kitchen, but this time she returns with my order.
“Enjoy,” she says, sliding a heaping plate of food under my nose.
“Thanks. You got any ketchup hidden behind that counter?” I ask.
She reaches down and lifts a bright red ketchup bottle, setting it down beside my plate. I shake the bottle and squeeze it out, covering my home fries in a layer of the tangy tomato sauce. Lifting my fork, I dig in.
“So…” she prompts, still standing in front of me. It’s obvious that she wants to know what I think of her suggestion.
“Ehhh,” I start and her eyes widen, causing me to lose my shit completely. “It’s good, really good. I’m just joking,” my laughter spills and she rolls her eyes causing me to laugh harder.
“More coffee?” she offers, lifting the pot and I nod as I inhale another bite. She was right. This omelet is fucking delicious.
“So, how long have you been working for Gloria and Dave?” I ask.
“Only a couple months,” she answers as she sets the pot back on the warmer.
“And you like it here?” I question softly.
“I do. I mean, obviously, it’s not like a dream career or anything, but Gloria and Dave have been really sweet. They even helped me find a place to live when I moved into town,” she shares.
“Yeah, they’re special alright,” I confirm. I’ve known Gloria and Dave for as long as I can remember. They helped my mom through a few rough patches, and I don’t doubt that they did the same for Jade. It’s who they are.
“You like town?” I ask wanting to keep her talking.
“It’s nice. It’s pretty, like a small town, but there’s so much more to do around here. It’s almost like the perfect pieces of a small town and city fit together. I actually came on a family vacation around here, once as a kid, and I always wanted to come back,” she tells me. “You grew up here?” she asks.
“I did. I guess it feels a little different to someone who’s grown up here. But don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I answer before quickly shoveling in my last couple bites. As I chew, I notice a woman in a long coat march in and plant herself a few seats away, letting out a small huff.
“Could I get some coffee,” she snaps and I watch Jade hustle over to take care of her. My jaw clenches as I listen to the woman give her a difficult time about gluten free breakfast options. She came in here with an attitude, and she’s being a complete bitch for no reason.
After a few minutes of dealing with this woman’s shit, Jade turns back in my direction. She slides my slip beside my plate, but before she can pull back, I reach forward covering her hand.