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Authors: R.C. Martin
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Sarah to do throughout the remainder of the week. With any luck, she’ll feel comfortable in her new position before the end of the month.
After I get everything closed up and ready for the next day, I ride home. It takes me no more than fifteen minutes to make the journey, the warm breeze at my back, the moon already up in the sky. Like most days, I’m wiped out by the time I carry my bike inside, mounting it up on the wall where I usually store it. The studio apartment I call home is just as tidy as I left it. These days, I’m not here enough to mess it up.
I hop in the shower before I fall into bed. Just as I close my eyes, Sarah finds her way into my thoughts. Suddenly, I’m impatient for tomorrow, for the chance to see her again. It makes it damn near impossible for me to fall asleep. When my alarm clock sounds at the ass-crack of dawn, I can’t be certain if I got any sleep at all. Nevertheless, the prospect of seeing her has me out of bed and out the door in no time.
I don’t know why I’m so anxious, knowing I can’t have her. The most I can hope for is that we’ll be friends—no matter how sexy I think she is. She works for me, now. Yet, regardless of how many times I repeat that truth, I still find myself looking at the clock every half an hour, wishing seven o’clock would hurry up and get here faster.
As soon as a knock sounds at the front door, I immediately drop what I’m doing to go answer it. When I see her through the glass, I slow my pace, unable to stop myself from taking her all in. Her long locks from yesterday are now contained in a loose side braid that drapes over her shoulder. She’s in a pair of shorts and a printed top that sculpts her form in such a way that makes my heart race. Her oversized purse is strapped on her shoulder and she’s got what looks like a yellow covered tablet in her hands. I have to remind myself, as I unlock the door, that she’s off limits.
Look all you want, but you can’t touch.
“Morning,” I say in greeting.
“Hi,” she replies with a smile. “So, I wasn’t really sure what to wear. I don’t know what your rules are here, so I brought a change of clothes if what I’m wearing isn’t appropriate.”
A grin spreads across my face as I catch a glimpse of her from behind before she turns to face me. I lock us in as I assure her, “What you’ve got on is perfect. My biggest rule is no open toed shoes. Also, if you’ve got long hair, it’s gotta be pulled back. But you’ve got that covered already.”
“Great. One more thing—I brought my own apron. Is that okay? It’s not that I’m trying to be, like, special or anything—I’m just attached to it. I used to take it to school with me and put it on whenever I had lunch duty. Kids and messes kind of go hand-in-hand.”
My grin stays firmly intact as I listen to her, her uncertainty causing her words to come out hurried. Honestly, she could ask me just about anything right now and I wouldn’t be able to deny her. I’m entirely too happy that she's here. Just the same, I decide to mess with her a little. “Well, I don’t know. Let’s see it,” I insist, folding my arms across my chest.
“Okay.” She sets her things on a nearby table and turns her back to me as she digs through her bag. I see a flash of pink as she finds the object in question and loops the top strap over her head before securing the ties around her waist in a bow.
When she turns around, revealing a pink apron covered in white polka-dots, my smile slips and my cock twitches. It’s certainly not the reaction I was expecting, but the cut of the apron accentuates the swell of her breasts and I can’t help but notice. Somehow, she’s managed to look alluring and adorable all at once.
Look all you want, but you can’t touch.
“Um,” I finally manage. “It’s good. Yeah. You can wear it. Not a problem.”
“Thank you.” She grins at me and I know I won’t survive this day. “So, where should I put my
After I get everything closed up and ready for the next day, I ride home. It takes me no more than fifteen minutes to make the journey, the warm breeze at my back, the moon already up in the sky. Like most days, I’m wiped out by the time I carry my bike inside, mounting it up on the wall where I usually store it. The studio apartment I call home is just as tidy as I left it. These days, I’m not here enough to mess it up.
I hop in the shower before I fall into bed. Just as I close my eyes, Sarah finds her way into my thoughts. Suddenly, I’m impatient for tomorrow, for the chance to see her again. It makes it damn near impossible for me to fall asleep. When my alarm clock sounds at the ass-crack of dawn, I can’t be certain if I got any sleep at all. Nevertheless, the prospect of seeing her has me out of bed and out the door in no time.
I don’t know why I’m so anxious, knowing I can’t have her. The most I can hope for is that we’ll be friends—no matter how sexy I think she is. She works for me, now. Yet, regardless of how many times I repeat that truth, I still find myself looking at the clock every half an hour, wishing seven o’clock would hurry up and get here faster.
As soon as a knock sounds at the front door, I immediately drop what I’m doing to go answer it. When I see her through the glass, I slow my pace, unable to stop myself from taking her all in. Her long locks from yesterday are now contained in a loose side braid that drapes over her shoulder. She’s in a pair of shorts and a printed top that sculpts her form in such a way that makes my heart race. Her oversized purse is strapped on her shoulder and she’s got what looks like a yellow covered tablet in her hands. I have to remind myself, as I unlock the door, that she’s off limits.
Look all you want, but you can’t touch.
“Morning,” I say in greeting.
“Hi,” she replies with a smile. “So, I wasn’t really sure what to wear. I don’t know what your rules are here, so I brought a change of clothes if what I’m wearing isn’t appropriate.”
A grin spreads across my face as I catch a glimpse of her from behind before she turns to face me. I lock us in as I assure her, “What you’ve got on is perfect. My biggest rule is no open toed shoes. Also, if you’ve got long hair, it’s gotta be pulled back. But you’ve got that covered already.”
“Great. One more thing—I brought my own apron. Is that okay? It’s not that I’m trying to be, like, special or anything—I’m just attached to it. I used to take it to school with me and put it on whenever I had lunch duty. Kids and messes kind of go hand-in-hand.”
My grin stays firmly intact as I listen to her, her uncertainty causing her words to come out hurried. Honestly, she could ask me just about anything right now and I wouldn’t be able to deny her. I’m entirely too happy that she's here. Just the same, I decide to mess with her a little. “Well, I don’t know. Let’s see it,” I insist, folding my arms across my chest.
“Okay.” She sets her things on a nearby table and turns her back to me as she digs through her bag. I see a flash of pink as she finds the object in question and loops the top strap over her head before securing the ties around her waist in a bow.
When she turns around, revealing a pink apron covered in white polka-dots, my smile slips and my cock twitches. It’s certainly not the reaction I was expecting, but the cut of the apron accentuates the swell of her breasts and I can’t help but notice. Somehow, she’s managed to look alluring and adorable all at once.
Look all you want, but you can’t touch.
“Um,” I finally manage. “It’s good. Yeah. You can wear it. Not a problem.”
“Thank you.” She grins at me and I know I won’t survive this day. “So, where should I put my
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