Just for fun.
I looked for a new apartment… for Emily and I.
“Did you fuck her yet?”
“What? Who?”
Jackson laughed on the other end of the call. “Don’t play that game.”
“What game?”
“You showed up to my place, crying like a baby…”
“I did not cry,” I said as I reached the front door to Emily’s bakery. “Wow, I thought I was talking to a friend.”
“You were,” Jackson said. “I am a friend. Your best friend.”
“Cole’s my best friend. He has real advice.”
“What was his advice on this?”
“I didn’t ask him yet,” I said.
Jackson laughed. “You sound happier. Like you just ditched a ton of weight.”
“Careful, Jackson,” I said. “I still have a lot to figure out here.”
“No, you don’t,” he said. “You’re just looking for an excuse.”
“I have to go. I have a meeting.”
“Your dick with Emily’s sweet pussy?”
“Does Callie know you talk like this?”
“She loves it,” Jackson said.
“Hey,” I said. “If you ever bring up Em’s pussy again, I’ll kill you.”
Jackson cheered. “And he’s back. Go get her, Liam. You deserve to be as happy as you sound.”
I ended the call and entered the bakery.
Emily was behind the counter.
She looked right at me and waved.
The place looked busy and Emily looked busier.
I wandered toward the counter and saw she was alone.
She hurried to the side and I reached for her.
I had planned on pulling her close and kissing her.
Instead, she jammed an apron into my hand.
“What is this?” I asked.
“You’re here, you work,” she said.
“What?”
“Lucy had to leave,” she said.
“She okay?”
“Run the register,” Emily said. “Take the orders and we’ll talk after the line dies down.”
She smiled at me and I couldn’t resist her.
I couldn’t say no to her.
I wrapped the small apron around my waist and laughed as I tried to tie it.
Fuck this thing.
I put it on the counter and went to the register.
A woman stood there, looking annoyed as hell.
I pointed to her. “Now that pretty face needs a smile.”
The woman’s cheeks flushed a little. “Sorry. Just having a bad day.”
“No bad days allowed in here,” I said. “What can I get you?”
She rattled off a drink order that sounded like a different language.
Now I was the guy that worked in the corporate office setting. I was on the floor below the top floor. All we did was order out for food and drinks. But when it came to coffee, we drank coffee.
I glanced at Emily, who had her lips pursed tight, knowing I had no idea what to do next.
“So… coffee?” I asked the woman.
Emily jumped at the register. She touched my arm. “Go pour what I made into the two cups I have out. I’ll put this order in, then you can have her pay.”
“First day for me,” I said to the woman.
“You two are adorable together,” the woman said.
“She’s a tough boss,” I said.
I snuck a kiss to the top of Emily’s head.
I poured some kind of foamy looking drink into two cups as Emily took the woman’s order.
My job then became handling money, change, the credit card machine, and calling out the names of the orders.
We fell into a smooth routine though.
Passing by each other every few seconds.
Glancing at each other.
Emily always smiled at me.
I eye fucked her as hard as I could in those quick seconds.
More than a few times, we took up the same space.
Her ass in her tight, black pants rubbing against my leg…
I reached over her shoulder at one point and swore she moved to her toes and wiggled her ass against my cock.
I knocked over a cup of straws and she giggled and walked away.
Torturing me… distracting me…
I walked to the end of the counter and grabbed the next drink cup.
Without thinking - because fucking Em had my head scrambling - I picked up the cup and announced the name as loud as I could.
“Clit! Your order is ready, Clit! Is there a Clit here?”
I said the name as I read it. Then I kept saying it.
Emily looked at me and covered her mouth.
Everyone in the bakery looked at me too.
“What?” I asked. “It says right here… Clit.”
I pointed to the label.
Emily dove from the register to the counter and knocked me out of the way.
She ripped the ticket off the cup and smiled.
“Nicolette?” she called out.
A woman came forward with a leather bag hanging off her wrist and sunglasses pushed back on her puffy hair.
“Sorry about that,” Emily said. “The new guy can’t read.”
“That receipt said Clit,” I said.
“Will you stop saying the word clit?” Emily growled at me.
“Enjoy your… whatever it is… Nicolette,” I said.
“Thank you,” Nicolette said.
“What was that about?” Emily asked.
“Show me the receipt,” I said.
She slapped it to counter.
“Right there,” I said. “That says Clit.”
“It says Colette…”
I squinted my eyes. “Your handwriting sucks, babe.”
“I hate you right now,” she said.
Emily balled up the receipt and threw it at me.
I caught it and opened it back up.
Maybe it said Colette…
But I obviously had the word clit on my mind.
Emily looked at me. “Go in the back and see if Ember needs help.”
I held up the uncrumpled receipt and smiled.
Emily’s cheeks turned red.
I put the receipt on the counter and ventured into the back.
When Ember saw me, she laughed.
“That explains it,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought I heard someone yelling clit.”
“That was me,” I said. “Em’s handwriting is messy.”
“No shit,” Ember said. “And… Em?”
“Oh, sorry. Emily.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cute. She putting you to work?”
“I think I’m all but fired,” I said. “She told me to see if you need any help.”
“Last thing I need is for you to touch some squishy dough and turn it into some kind of porn,” Ember said with a wink.
“Wow, that was vicious,” I said.
“I’m just being real. I take pride in my baked goods.”
“And I take pride in my porn,” I said.
“Well played,” she said. She nodded. “Behind you there’s a stack of boxes you can build. I think it’s self-explanatory.”
Before I could get the first box together, Emily popped her head into the back and pointed at me.