Page 87 of The Very Naughty List

“Yup, that’s me. And no problem. My mom said you’ve been doing great, but it’s always nice to have a bit of backup, especially if things get busy.”

“Yeah.” He nods, the relief clear on his face. “Anyway, I think everything’s all set up and ready to go for the shift. I already filled all the condiment baskets and I’m finishing up the dishes now. Is there anything I missed?”

“Let me give the place a little once-over and I’ll let you know.”

“Roger,” he says, flashing me a grateful grin. I can see why the customers like him. He’s cute, and he’s got a friendly, golden retriever kind of energy.

I stride through the swinging doors that connect the kitchen to the dining room and breeze through the space to do a few quick checks. There are a few small things Jacob missed, but for the most part, everything looks perfect.

Not bad for a new guy.They usually start off on way worse footing than?—

My thoughts catch in my brain when the vibrator flares to life inside me, and I have to bite my lip so hard it hurts to keep from making any noise. My head twists toward Sebastian, who’s sitting with the remote held loosely in one hand and smirking devilishly at me, as if silently daring me to say or do anything to give away our little secret.

But the bell on the front door dings as a couple walks in, and I have to pull myself back together quickly, putting on my best forced smile.

“Hi, welcome to The Griddle House. Sit anywhere you’d like.”

The vibrator turns off as the couple settles in at one of the tables near the large front windows, and I drop menus at their table before making my way to the booth where Sebastian is lounging like a predator waiting for its prey.

“Can I get you anything?” I ask, my gaze darting to the vibrator remote in his hand.

“Thanks, shortcake. Could I get a black coffee, please?”

“Coming right up.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Oh, I sure hope so.”

My cheeks flame at the double meaning in his words, and I walk away on wobbly legs to grab his coffee.

The diner starts to pick up for the dinner rush a short while later, and although Sebastian takes pity on me and leaves thevibrator off while I’m speaking directly to customers, he teases me relentlessly anytime I’m not taking orders or delivering food. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that he never lets the little vibe stay on long enough to make me come, but my body is flushed all over from the constant peaks and valleys of pleasure.

At one point, he turns the vibrations up so high that I have to lean against the large refrigerator in the kitchen to stay upright, and Jacob gives me a curious look.

“You okay?” he asks, his puppy dog face scrunched up a little with worry.

“Y-yes,” I say quickly, pressing away from the fridge. “I think I just got a little, um, overheated. I’m fine now.”

“All right. Let me know if you need a break,” he says, offering me a sympathetic look.

I nod, swallowing hard, then head back out onto the floor. Sebastian turns off the vibrator as I emerge from the back, an innocent, satisfied look playing across his handsome features.

“You’re going to pay for this,” I whisper when I reach his table. It’s taking everything I have not to melt, even though the vibrations are no longer teasing my clit.

“Well, of course I am. This is a diner. I’m not the dine and dash type.” Sebastian chuckles, gazing up at me with a wicked gleam in his eye.

That’s not what I mean, and he knows it, but before I can say anything in return, Jacob emerges from the kitchen. He starts to walk toward us, probably planning to try to lighten my workload by taking Sebastian’s order. I wave him off, then turn back to Sebastian, pretending that’s why I came to his table in the first place.

“Can I get you anything to eat?” I ask, my voice a bit hoarse.

“Hm, I don’t know.” He tilts his head to one side as if considering. “I’m feeling pretty full. What about you?”

“Absolutely. Stuffed.”

Sebastian chuckles. “Hm, well sometimes an appetizer is better than the full meal. Don’t you think?”

Oh my god. He’s driving me fucking crazy. And I hate how much I love it.

“I prefer both.”

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