“Good, and you?”
“Same shit, different day,” she answers dryly. “What can I get you?”
“Just a glass of soda, please. How are the boys?” I ask, wincing a little.
“I don’t know what to do with them,” she throws her hands up exasperated. “They’re a trio of walking horniness and I don’t know how to tame it. I wish their father was home more often, but he doesn’t have a choice with his shift work,” she sighs and I really feel sorry for her.
“Maybe they’ll grow out of it,” I shrug lamely.
She hands me my drink and I take a sip.
“Yeah, when they’ve impregnated all the fertile women in Salt Rock . . . or their dicks fall off from a sexually transmitted disease,” she grimaces.
Deciding to leave it at, I turn on my stool to glance around for the hot guy . . . the hot married guy, who I shouldn’t even be thinking about. I grit my teeth in frustration.
I feel him before I see him. My back begins to get unusually warm and my skin prickles.
“Switch, how have you been?”
“Glenda, what’s shakin’?” I turn my body back around and see he is right beside me. As in, right beside me.
Suddenly, I feel hyper-aware of my surroundings – the music playing softly in the background fills my ears as all other sounds fade away to nothingness. I can hear the leather of his jacket rustling as he reaches into his pocket and the crinkle of his money as he pulls a bill from his wallet.
I shiver and try to inconspicuously shuffle off my stool to put some distance between us.
His name is Switch?
I feel his eyes on me as I pull my straw into my mouth and take a long pull of my drink as I try to distract myself.
“What’s your name?”
I don’t answer immediately, and then I realize he is speaking to me. I don’t want to be rude, so I answer quietly, keeping my voice level. “Jenn.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he murmurs and my brow knits.
What an inappropriate thing to say.
“Yes, well, uh, thank you,” I stutter. “I better get back to work. Bye, Glenda.” I slide off the seat and walk back to my office, closing the door behind me and leaning up against it.
Never in my life has a man affected me the way he does – and I’ve only had two encounters with him! I have never been one to fall speechless or stumble over my words in the presence of the opposite sex, but, that man – Switch- he does something to me.
Something I can’t explain.
Something I shouldn’t even be feeling.
For what feels like the millionth time in the space of thirty minutes, I remind myself that he is married and completely off-limits.
SWITCH
My eyes stay glued to the space that the beauty just occupied. She left in a hurry, but I could tell she was affected by me. The same way I’m affected by her. Her eyes lit up when she all but ran into me in the hall. Then, she appeared to shut down, but she couldn’t turn off the heat in her gaze. Those baby blues of hers are the like the windows to her every thought, her every desire, and I want nothing more than to explore her.
She’s beautiful.
I’ve seen a lot of women in my time, most of them whores who hang out at the Club, but she’s different.
Innocent.
Pure.
Definitely not someone who I should be looking at.
But, fuck, if I can’t stop staring at her.
Nice, perky tits.
Perfect, round ass. Not too much, not too little. Just the right amount to grab onto while you’re fucking hard and fast or soft and slow. A good handful to give a hearty squeeze when you’ve got your tongue deep inside her throat, claiming her.
And, those legs.
Fuck. Me.
Those legs.
Long, slim, tanned and silky smooth. The look like they’d be able to wrap around my waist, twice, while I’m snug between her thighs.
I’m fucked.
“Earth to Switch.” I snap back to reality when Glenda starts clicking her fingers in my face. I shake my mind to clear my thoughts and discreetly adjust my junk.
I need to get a hold of myself.
“Sorry, Glenda. What was that?”
“I said, I should have you and your brothers have a word with my boys,” she snaps.
“They givin’ you grief again?”
“When aren’t they?” She retorts.
“Send them over to the clubhouse sometime. We’ll straighten them out,” I wink.
“Not sure if that would do more harm than good,” she huffs.
I grin. Glenda’s boys are horny little fuckers. No doubt they’d have a field day with the club whores.
“You’re here for the meeting about the fundraiser, right?” She asks, effectively changing the subject.
“Uh, yeah, that’s right.” Shit! I’d completely forgotten why I’d come to Joe’s in the first place.