“No bad days allowed in here,” I said. “What can I get you?”
She rattled off a drink order that sounded like a different language.
Now I was the guy that worked in the corporate office setting. I was on the floor below the top floor. All we did was order out for food and drinks. But when it came to coffee, we drank coffee.
I glanced at Emily, who had her lips pursed tight, knowing I had no idea what to do next.
“So… coffee?” I asked the woman.
Emily jumped at the register. She touched my arm. “Go pour what I made into the two cups I have out. I’ll put this order in, then you can have her pay.”
“First day for me,” I said to the woman.
“You two are adorable together,” the woman said.
“She’s a tough boss,” I said.
I snuck a kiss to the top of Emily’s head.
I poured some kind of foamy looking drink into two cups as Emily took the woman’s order.
My job then became handling money, change, the credit card machine, and calling out the names of the orders.
We fell into a smooth routine though.
Passing by each other every few seconds.
Glancing at each other.
Emily always smiled at me.
I eye fucked her as hard as I could in those quick seconds.
More than a few times, we took up the same space.
Her ass in her tight, black pants rubbing against my leg…
I reached over her shoulder at one point and swore she moved to her toes and wiggled her ass against my cock.
I knocked over a cup of straws and she giggled and walked away.
Torturing me… distracting me…
I walked to the end of the counter and grabbed the next drink cup.
Without thinking - because fucking Em had my head scrambling - I picked up the cup and announced the name as loud as I could.
“Clit! Your order is ready, Clit! Is there a Clit here?”
I said the name as I read it. Then I kept saying it.
Emily looked at me and covered her mouth.
Everyone in the bakery looked at me too.
“What?” I asked. “It says right here… Clit.”
I pointed to the label.
Emily dove from the register to the counter and knocked me out of the way.
She ripped the ticket off the cup and smiled.
“Nicolette?” she called out.
A woman came forward with a leather bag hanging off her wrist and sunglasses pushed back on her puffy hair.
“Sorry about that,” Emily said. “The new guy can’t read.”
“That receipt said Clit,” I said.
“Will you stop saying the word clit?” Emily growled at me.
“Enjoy your… whatever it is… Nicolette,” I said.
“Thank you,” Nicolette said.
“What was that about?” Emily asked.
“Show me the receipt,” I said.
She slapped it to counter.
“Right there,” I said. “That says Clit.”
“It says Colette…”
I squinted my eyes. “Your handwriting sucks, babe.”
“I hate you right now,” she said.
Emily balled up the receipt and threw it at me.
I caught it and opened it back up.
Maybe it said Colette…
But I obviously had the word clit on my mind.
Emily looked at me. “Go in the back and see if Ember needs help.”
I held up the uncrumpled receipt and smiled.
Emily’s cheeks turned red.
I put the receipt on the counter and ventured into the back.
When Ember saw me, she laughed.
“That explains it,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought I heard someone yelling clit.”
“That was me,” I said. “Em’s handwriting is messy.”
“No shit,” Ember said. “And… Em?”
“Oh, sorry. Emily.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cute. She putting you to work?”
“I think I’m all but fired,” I said. “She told me to see if you need any help.”
“Last thing I need is for you to touch some squishy dough and turn it into some kind of porn,” Ember said with a wink.
“Wow, that was vicious,” I said.
“I’m just being real. I take pride in my baked goods.”
“And I take pride in my porn,” I said.
“Well played,” she said. She nodded. “Behind you there’s a stack of boxes you can build. I think it’s self-explanatory.”
Before I could get the first box together, Emily popped her head into the back and pointed at me.
“I’m building boxes,” I said.
“Don’t turn it into something perverted,” she said.
“Only when I’m near you do I want to be a pervert, babe,” I called out.
Ember laughed.
Emily blushed again. “I hate you, Liam.”
“I don’t have any alcohol here,” Emily said as she handed me a cup.
“What is this? Apple juice?”
“Pretend it’s whiskey.”
“Right,” I said.
“Thanks for being here today,” she said.
“I didn’t come by here to work,” I said. “But I’m glad I could help.”
“I wouldn’t call it help,” she said.
I pushed from the wall and walked my apple juice cup to the stainless-steel counter and put it down.
As I started to look around, Emily said, “Tell you what, Liam. One of these days when you need a hand, I’ll work in your office. And when you hand me some legal stuff, I’ll draw dicks all over it.”
“You wrote the word clit.”
“It was Colette.”
“Why didn’t you just write Nicolette?”
“I have a system.”
“Your system sucks, babe.”
“You can’t read, Liam,” she said.
“Or maybe… I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I moved closer to her. “Yeah. Looking at you behind the counter. Taking orders. Running a business. I mean, look at this place. It’s an instant fantasy, right?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Emily said. “We’re not that close yet.”
“So, what? You have to get to the third date before you bring a guy back here to fuck him?”
“Fourth date,” Emily said.
“What about two decades of waiting?” I whispered.
“Yeah… that might… work…”
I touched Emily’s hand and moved her cup to the counter too.
My hands touched the front of her pants.
I opened them and slid my hands along her waist, slowly pushing both her pants and panties down…
“You didn’t ask about cameras, Liam,” Emily whispered.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you?”
“I can’t figure out if I actually like you or hate you.”
“You can hate me but I know you like my cock,” I said.
Emily bit her lip.
She wasn’t used to someone talking to her like that.
I didn’t care one bit.
Emily hurried to step out
