When we finally kissed outside of the restaurant, it was everything I had dreamed it would be and more. I could taste her hunger for me, and it took everything I had not to fuck her right then and there against that wall. I was so annoyed when James interrupted us, although now, I think maybe it was a good thing. That’s not how I want my first time with Callie to be, up against a wall in some sordid little alley way.
I was serious about this not being over though. I know it shouldn’t happen, but I also know it’s going to. I’m done fighting this. I’m going to make love to Callie so hard. I’m going to make her come over and over again, until I know she is well and truly mine.
And I will just have to hope when the truth comes out and the dust settles, she can forgive me for lying about who I am and why I’m here.
Chapter Ten
Callie
I spend the rest of my shift on cloud nine. I keep remembering the feel of Matt’s lips on mine. I keep seeing the way he looked at me when he told me in no uncertain terms he’s no cheater. Most of all, I keep hearing him tell me this isn’t over. Goosebumps break out over my whole body every time I think of him saying that to me, every time I picture the look on his face when he said it.
There’s still so much I don’t know about Matt. I still don’t know what happened on Friday. Who it was that called him or what was so important that he couldn’t wait five minutes to tell me why he had to leave. And I still don’t know why he has been missing from work for most of the week. Maybe I’ll ask him. Maybe I won’t. Right now, all I care about is that he isn’t married. That and the fact he seems to want me like I want him. That’s all that matters really.
Marco has finished work for the night, which has definitely helped my mood too. He hasn’t said anything else to me, in fact, he’s avoided me altogether. I’m pleased about that, but I have a feeling this whole thing won’t be over just yet. Marco will find a way to have a go at me when Matt isn’t around. But like I told Matt, I can handle Marco. His being a prick to me is nothing new.
Sasha comes over to me, her coat on and her handbag slung over her shoulder. “I’m done.” She grins. “Don’t tell Marco I went out the front way, he’d have a fit.”
“I won’t,” I promise her.
There is just one table finishing up the last of their desserts and then we’ll be closing for the night. Sasha is the last one to leave the restaurant except for Matt and I who are on the locking up shift together. We’ve managed to get all of the cleaning up done already. All that’s left to do is wipe down the table that’s in use and mop the floor.
The couple on the remaining table seem to be done, and I try my best not to hover or make it clear to them that we’re closed. Luckily, they don’t need the hint. The man waves at me and asks for the bill which I gladly bring him. He leaves cash on the table, enough to cover the bill and a cracking tip. On the way out, he apologizes for overstaying his welcome. I tell him he hasn’t and wish him a good night. With a tip like that, an extra ten minutes on the end of my shift is easily worth it.
I lock the door behind the couple and ring their bill through the register, pocketing my tip. I quickly wipe their table over and then run the mop over the floor. There’s no sign of Matt through any of this and I wonder where he’s gotten too. As much as I complained to Chloe about Matt slacking off, I can see now she was right about her theory of that as well as being right about the fact that I should confront Matt. I was angry with him for rejecting me. He doesn’t usually slack off.
I finish up the floor, dump out the water and return the mop and bucket to the cleaning cupboard. I go to the staff room. I take my tips from my apron pocket and put them in my handbag and then I hang my apron up and collect my things. I expected to find Matt in the staff room, but it’s empty. I frown to myself and check the back door. It’s locked so Matt has been here. I flick the light off and leave the room.
I decide he must be in the bathroom and I head back towards the dining room to wait for him. It’s not like he could have left without saying goodbye. I gave him my keys earlier to lock up the back shutter, and he hasn’t returned them, so he’s here somewhere.
As I pass Marco’s office, I notice the light is on. I roll my eyes. If we leave any lights on, we catch a shit load of trouble for wasting company resources, but apparently, it’s okay for Marco to go home and leave his lights on. It’s not worth bringing it up with him. He’ll find a way to turn it around and make it my fault no doubt.
I push the door open, planning on turning the light off. I stop in my tracks when I see Matt sitting behind Marco’s desk, his feet resting on the desk, his hands crossed behind his head.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He grins as he gets up and crosses the room to stand before me. “Waiting for you. I was starting
