Page 22 of Falling for Nicole
“Shit.” She looks over her shoulder at me and I see the panic in her eyes as she starts to move. In her haste, she slams her head against the top of the desk. “Fuck,” she shouts.
I can’t help but smile at her when she eventually stands to full height and I get a proper look at her flushed face.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, Ginge, there’s no need to apologise. You just seriously improved my morning.” I wouldn’t have said it was possible but her cheeks brighten even more at my words.
She turns away from my stare, towards to the newly cleared desk. “I hope you don’t mind. It just seemed a waste and I don’t want to take over your space when I need to get paperwork done. Everything has been stacked over there.” She points over to the corner but I pay it no attention, instead preferring to keep my eyes on her. “I found these. I’m guessing they’re yours.”
Suddenly a bit of fabric comes flying towards my face. Thankfully I catch it just before it makes contact. Holding it out, I soon realise what I’m holding: a pink G-string.
“Nope, not my colour,” I say, dropping it into the bin. “I much prefer black lace.”
“Ugh, are you always this…irritating?” I don’t respond. I’m pretty sure it’s a rhetorical question, anyway. “I was thinking they more likely belonged to Georgia.” The way she spits her name gives too much away about her feelings for my regular fuck buddy. Surely she’s not jealous? I’m suddenly keen to keep pushing her to see if she likes me more than she’d willingly admit, like I do her.
Batting away images of Georgia surprising me after work one night not so long ago, wearing that scrap of fabric, I focus on what’s in front of me.
“Probably. She’s a dirty bitch.”
“Lovely. Anyway, totals of last night’s takings are on your desk as well as a list of our most popular drinks, just in case you wanted to know. I’ll monitor it over the next few days and then we can think about tweaking the menu to suit. Everything is ready to go, I just need to take Bailey home. I hope you don’t mind me bringing him, I just hate relying on Lilly. She’s already got enough on her plate.”
I lose concentration on her rambling way before she’s halfway through in favour of just watching her lips move. I wonder if they’re as soft as they look?
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Sure, last night’s takings are on my desk.”
“That’s all you got from that?”
“Yeah, that and I know what underwear you’re wearing. Does your bra match, and is it as see through?”
“You’re a pig.”
“I’ve been called worse,” I shout through to the bar after her. “He can stay here if he promises to be good.”
“Are you following me?” Nicole folds her arms across her chest but the only thing it achieves is to push her tits up. “Declan, for fuck’s sake.”
“No, I’m not following you. I own the place, in case you’d forgotten. And sorry, you have nice tits.”
“Good to know there’s one thing you like about me.”
“I’m starting to learn you’re not all that bad.”
“Really? How about you start acting like it then.” Her hands go to her hips this time as a memory from last night hits me.
“Fuck. I was a dick last night, wasn’t I?”
“You could say that.”
“Tequila and me don’t mix very well.”
“That’s not an apology, that’s an excuse.” Her eyebrows rise as she waits me out.
“Fine. I’m sorry. Better?”
With that, there’s a knock at the door, and Nicole rushes over to let the others in. “It’ll do for now. But I should warn you that if you keep it up I’m going to want a pay rise.” I run my palms down my face, wondering how the fuck I got myself in this situation.
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