Page 17 of My Forbidden Boss

After only a moment, her eyes again raised to look up into mine, and she grinned playfully. With seeming effortlessness, the waitress began to pull her torso upright, turning at the hips as her smooth legs remained rooted and parted. Slowly rubbing down my thigh as she slid her fingers off, I held my breath as the girl’s eyes remained fixed on mine. Her pushed-out chest and tight, teasing cleavage thrust further toward my face as she took her time and straightened up.

She stood and turned, swatting Charlie on the arm with her empty serving tray. My mouth hung open, mostly out of embarrassment and despair, but Charlie merely chuckled happily. The waitress wasn’t angry, of course, and Charlie just shrugged any guilt away. She tsked at him and trotted away, swinging her hips as she went.

In silence, we watched her sway back inside. Once she was out of sight, I snapped out of it and turned to face across the table. “Why do you do things like that? You’re making a fool out of both of us!”

He sipped his beer without remorse. “Oh, please. She loves it. For Christ's sake, she knows that perfect ass of hers is the only reason I bother showing up to this dump. Just you wait, Hollis. Before the night is through, I guarantee that I’ll have her knees up to her ears. You’ll be sorry then that it isn’t your name she’s screaming out.”

I shook my head and glanced through the window, seeing the waitress glancing back at Charlie with a dirty grin from behind the bar. I gave up and slumped in my chair, no longer knowing what kept the world spinning. To my dismay, Charlie was happy to keep talking, trying to educate me in the wonderful ways of his twisted pearls of wisdom.

“The thing is, if that girl was getting wet between the thighs when she walked out here, it was over you, Hollis, not me.”

He said it matter of factly, not leaving any room for disagreement before steaming straight ahead.

“But now? Well… Let’s just say that I will literally have her wrapped around my little finger before I’ve even asked her what time she clocks out of this joint.”

I wrapped my face in my hands, ashamed that I wasn’t more disgusted and less impressed. “You’re an abominable, horrendous human being, Charlie. Granted… You’re also a saint, a beacon of light for young men the world over, but you’re a wolf, my friend. I can’t even describe how much I hate you sometimes.”

I watched through my fingers as he chuckled and gulped his drink. “I could teach you a thing or two if you’d like, Holl. I mean, shit, if you spent one less day lifting weights a week and instead tried understanding what women want these days… Well, it would be me picking up your scraps, not the other way around.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him the bird, bringing my glass defiantly to my lips. “Who says that I don’t know what women want? Besides, behaving like a rabbit pumped with penicillin is your game, not mine. I’m not even interested in dating right now.”

He wheezed and spat beer all over his arm in disbelief. I smirked despite myself as he brushed the bubbles from his beard and clothes. “Bullshit. I call bullshit. If that really is the truth, then you just don’t know what you’re missing. Dating? Please. I’m not talking about dating. Girls these days don’t even want a relationship half the time. They want to get fucked. This isn’t the seventeen hundreds, you know. These girls don’t want to talk, don’t want to flirt. They don’t care what your house looks like or what car you drive. They couldn’t care less how much you care about your job or which one of your parents would like her better. Girls these days want you to buy them a few drinks, go down on them just as much as you want them to go down on you, and then fuck them… the harder and longer, the better.”

A vague thought of my dad sitting alone at home with nothing but a bottle to hold onto passed through my mind. “Yeah? And what happens when you’re forty, and instead of giving you dirty looks, that waitress is giving you a mouthful of pepper spray and calling the cops?”

Charlie scoffed, as if the idea was so far removed from reality that it dared to be impossible.

I raised my shoulders and waved my hands around, feeling more irritated than I probably should have. “What then? This is all fun and games now, but your plan – however brilliant it may seem – can’t last forever.”

“So what? I should do what you do and spend all of my time with my head buried in work? No thanks, bro. Not when I could spend that same amount of time blabbing headfirst into little miss bartender’s warm, wet pussy. You can keep your damn paperwork.”

Exasperated, I jumped from my seat and crossed my arms, but didn’t know what to say.

“Hollis, come on, man. Just think about it. You aren’t getting any younger and, oh, listen, this is perfect. I was going to tell you, at your brother’s dinner thing, the dinner before the wedding, you know? There was this girl…”

“Oh, Jesus, Charlie. You promised me that you’d behave yourself.”

He suddenly looked betrayed. “I did! Well, you know, I waited until the party was over. You can’t expect me not to play the field when you hire bombshells like those you have working over at that place. Anyway, that wasn’t what I was going to say. In the restaurant, there was this girl… this blonde that, I swear, I’ve never seen before. She was wearing this tight little black dress and, oh man, you should’ve seen her.”

I looked sideways. “She was part of the party? I don’t remember anyone like that.”

“No, no. She wasn’t there for the wedding. She was just there, at the restaurant. You should’ve seen the guy she was with. He looked like the bookkeeper for a bowtie convention.”

I shook my head, not understanding. “Charlie, I know what I’m missing. Really, I do. But right now, my work is way more important to me than any girl could be. You’re acting like I never go out, never go home with anyone.”

“But how many do you bring home with you?”

I’d had it. “You’re such a hypocrite! What happened to, ‘It’s about fucking, not dating?’”

His eyes widened in mock amazement as he finished his drink. “Hollis, we both know that you aren’t built for that anymore. You have to want it. Getting laid has to be the most important thing in your life. That’s why whatsername behind the bar won’t be missing you when she’s getting plowed up against the storeroom’s stack of empty keg cans by yours truly here in a few minutes.”

I dismissively pawed the air between, throwing back a big chug from my own glass with the other hand.

“Unless you give up your obsession with work, the girls nowadays will know that they don’t have your full attention. Trust me, faking it is out of the question. All I’m saying is that it doesn’t have to be one way or the other, though. You can’t be so afraid to find someone, make a little effort, and have some fun, for Christ's sake!”

I finished my drink and threw a couple of bucks down on the table beside my empty glass. “I’m out of here. Have fun with the waitress, prick. I’m sure that you two will have a very long, very fulfilling two minutes together.”

“Oh, come on. Hollis!”

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