Page 59 of Stowaway Whirlwind
After a few more minutes of back-and-forth questions, while I polish off the rest of my pancakes, stuffed to the brim, Violet announces that she can take care of the rest. With Lily growing louder, I ask, “Is there somewhere I can nurse her?”
I slide out of the booth, then follow Dolly through the diner after she nods. When I collect Lily from Davis, The HELP WANTED sign next to the cash register catches my eye, and I make a mental reminder to ask for a job application before I leave.
“Right through there,” Dolly says, pointing to a door on the left just before we get to the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen. “The office locks from the inside, so you’ll have privacy.”
“Thanks.” I push through it, forgetting to knock first.
I look up at the sound of a gruff male voice saying, “If you want that raise, you’ll suck my dick like a good little employee and swallow my cum.”
“Oh my god,” I yell, finding Faye on her knees between a much older man’s spread legs, seated at the swivel office chair behind his desk, pressing on the back of Faye’s head. The name tag pinned to his white button-down shirt reads HAROLD, which Dolly told me is the name of the diner’s manager.
Faye chokes and stands straight up, her dress unbuttoned down to her waist, the material pulled to the sides to reveal hersmall breasts. She claps one hand over her mouth and bands her other slim arm across her chest.
I catch a flash of the salt and pepper man’s large, hard dick that I rip my eyes away from. I clench my teeth, furious at this asshole for using his position of authority to take advantage of Faye, shaking with the desire to punch him right in his dick. I yell for Davis since I’m holding Lily and can’t do it myself without putting her in danger.
“No, no! It’s not what it looks like!” Faye screams as Davis races inside the small office, who first checks me over, then swings his murderous gaze at Harold, who is fumbling with buckling his belt after tucking his dick away in his black trousers.
My knees crash against the wooden desk when I open my mouth to yell at the dirty pervert.
“We’re married!” Faye shouts over her shoulder after turning around to button up her uniform, interrupting me before I can explode.
“He’s married, too?” With red-hot fury directed at Harold, I growl, “Does your wife know what a scumbag—”
Faye steps into my line of sight, blocking my view with her hands held up in front of her. “To each other! He’s my husband!”
“You’re—oh my god,” I squeak, my anger instantly doused.
Davis wraps an arm around my waist from behind, his chest shaking as he laughs against my back. Harold’s face is as red as a fire hydrant when he stands from his chair and shoves his top into his waistband. He clears his throat, looking anywhere but at us.
I grimace at Faye. “I thought he was taking advantage of you. He said—”
Harold looks like he wants to die, beyond mortified, especially since my raised voice has drawn more people into the tiny office. He drops his head back to look up at the gray ceiling tiles and says only, “Role-playing.”
My jaw drops as my ears burn. “I am so, so, so sorry. I should have knocked.”
Faye gives me a pained look.
Harold clutches his chest like he’s on the verge of having a cardiac event when one of the old-timers from the counter, a man with a warm brown face and deeply etched laugh lines, pokes his head in and cackles, “You dirty dog.” He calls over his shoulder, “Hey, Freddy! You owe me fifty bucks. I knew these two were getting busy in the office.”
Faye pats Harold’s chest over his heart after Harold tips his forehead against hers and murmurs something too low for me to hear.
Davis draws me away. “Time to go, honey.”
“I’m really, really sorry,” I say as Davis keeps tugging on me. As soon as we’re outside without saying goodbye to anyone, the dense thicket of trees surrounding the diner blocking most of the wind, I muse, “So that’s what Dolly meant when she said she has a friend who has an ‘in’ with the boss.” Since there’s no one in the parking lot save for us and the various cars and trucks parked amid the gravel, I raise my hoodie and bring Lily to my chest to nurse her.
Davis laughs, kicking a rock out of my path so I don’t trip over it. “Yup.”
“Think I blew my chance at getting a job here?”
“Yup,” he repeats, smiling from ear to ear, reaching for the Ford’s passenger door handle ahead of me.
I groan. Almost to myself, I ask, “Now, how am I going to pay you back?”Dangit,I still have to get the mail from Dad so I can see how much money I owe the hospital and work out a payment plan.
Davis boosts me into the truck to sit sideways on the seat while I feed Lily. He points to my chest. “By giving Daddy a turn when we get home.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Davis! I told you, you can’t say stuff like that when we’re not at home.”
He grips my knees over my maternity leggings that feel just as tight as the day I wore them out of the hospital. He lowers his voice to a sexy whisper. “Rule number two, baby.”
