Page 21 of Everything I Crave

Thinking about Willow and seeing her perky ass, has left me with a problem at the end of my shower. A rock hard problem that I can’t make go away, or go to work with.

Sighing, I accept my fate, and bring images of Willow up in my mind once more.

An image of her laughing, cooking breakfast in my kitchen, bare faced after a shower, the tinyscraps she calls shorts. I lean against the wall of the shower with one arm, while the other hand strokes my hard as fuck cock. Just as the orgasm is about to hit, the woman herself opens the bathroom door.

It’s too late, I can’t stop the orgasm from happening, and just as it hits, she whips around to witness the whole show.

“Oh my God!” she screams, headphones in her ears. Damn her and those headphones, she’s constantly walking around and bumping into me because she can’t hear me.

“Get the fuck out!” I yell back.

But she is frozen in place, staring open mouthed at the sight in front of her.

After a few seconds she breaks the fog she’s in and says, “I didn’t know you were home, I’m so sorry! I just needed toilet paper!” She runs out of the bathroom and leaves me feeling like an idiot in my own bathroom.

“Damn it,” I mutter to myself as I dry off.

I find a pair of gym shorts to throw on and head out to the kitchen. Not that it really matters at this point, she’s seen it all.

“I’m so sorry.” A blush, deep red, automatically covers her face and rushes down her chest. “I didn’t know you were home, and I was out of toilet paper, and I thought maybe you had some in your bathroom.”

Mustering a confidence I am absolutely not feeling, I cut her off. “It’s okay. At least you liked whatyou saw.” I shrug and grab the eggs from the refrigerator.

“What? No - I -” She flounders to find the right response. “Fuck you.” She stomps off towards her room.

I don’t know why I push her like that. I know I should have handled that differently. I knew she would stomp away pissed off. But I guess I do it to keep her away from me. If she thinks I’m an asshole she won’t tempt me like she did that night in the bar. And that is the best outcome all around.

I give up on cooking breakfast and get ready to head down to my office. I have to get caught up on paperwork before the employees show up today. Especially being gone for two days. And I don’t think I can handle another interaction with Willow right now.

Slinking back to my room I find my usual jeans and The Bar tee for work before trudging my tired body back down the stairs.

To semi make up for being such an asshole, I text her back to continue with our game.

Me:Wounded Warriors. What is your favorite song?

I sigh as I unlock the door to The Bar. Some days I really love what I do, other days I just want to take a nap and say screw it. Like today.

I’m behind the bar with Bennett when Willow walks in so I have a front row seat to see every single head turning in her direction. Including Bennett’s. I smack him from behind and point to the list of drinks he’s working on. Of course she chose to come in to work tonight in the tightest jeans known to man and that damn cut up tee she wore her first night.

“Get to work, asshole. No sex with other employees,” I say angrily.

“No one said anything about sex ‘cept you, bossman.” He laughs and walks away to grab a new bottle of tequila.

Groaning, I walk over to Willow. I can already feel the tightening of my own jeans. This is going to be a long fucking night. One I’m not ready for. Maybe I can convince Mack to cut me early.

Wishful thinking.

Willow is in the kitchen grabbing her apron and order pad.

I’m speechless standing there watching her in silence. I feel like a creep but I can’t force myself to move or speak. She turns around once she finishes and catches me battling with myself.

“Is there something you need?” she asks curtly.

You.

“You’re first to get cut if it’s slow tonight,” I say and turn away from her to go back to my office. I’d much rather deal with Madeline’s ditzy act than Willow’s near naked body.

“Yes sir!” She yells from behind me. “Asshole,” she mumbled after, so I shouldn’t have heard her.

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