My first few weeks at TG have been rough. I'm social, but all these new personalities are overwhelming. It's hard to adapt to so many changes. To go from the top of the food chain, back down to the new girl, irks my soul. I can't stand when people try to teach me what I already know. However, it's the role I must play in order to work my way back up. I equate the nit picky, annoying bullshit, to paying my dues. One day, I'll be regarded as everyone else…possibly. Everyone seems to be related or close to the owner's family. Here I am an outsider, where only one person knows me.
Hopefully that'll change, I thought with an inward sigh. I stood beside Ruth in the kitchen, awkwardly filling sauces. A duty I never had in my six years of bartending.
I'm at war with fry sauce when I hear the back door open.
I look up and see him…him being the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I'm frozen with the tub of ketchup and mayo, as the sight robbed me of my faculties.
I barely registered what he was wearing, maybe jeans and a long sleeve. His face demanded my eyes and it's there that they stayed. He didn't walk very slowly, but the moment felt like years.
His gorgeous long brown curls framed a face so beautiful, I couldn't have imagined a better one if I tried. Perfect peach toned complexion made my brown hand ache to hold against it.
Contrasting skin tones are a thing of pure beauty. Like the sun lighting up the darkness. Opposition is more endearing than a world painted the same shade. I briefly imagined our naked bodies tangled in silky sheets together. The thought made me mentally bite my lip. Mentally, because at the moment, I couldn't do anything other than look at him.
His big brown eyes were so hypnotic, I could almost feel myself getting sleepy.
A nose people pay money to have, followed by full lips inside a well groomed mustache and goatee.
His chiseled jawline, perfect face shape, well kept eyebrows, everything… was so beautifully harmonious. Are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Who is this man? He isn't in uniform, why is he in the kitchen? Am I having a stroke? Is my brain projecting wet dream visions? Am I going schizo? He looks like he belongs in an 80s rock band, what the fuck is he doing at TG? In 2022?
I felt my jaw slightly hang open, my heartbeat racing, and a pool of excitement form somewhere a bit lower down…
You know when you see someone so attractive, your body can't help but respond? Well that was happening. More intensely than it ever has to anyone before.
As my eyes met his I breathed, "Hi," involuntarily.
Hi? Really? Why did I say that? I guess it's friendly, but my tone was super weird. Way to play it cool, bitch.
All he did was look at me kinda funny for a second, and kept on walking.
I couldn't help it, my head swiveled to watch him. My eyes were incapable of not drinking in the sight.
God damn, his shoulders were broad. His jeans hugged his perfect ass just right. This man definitely works out, this man takes care of himself.
I had to stop myself from following, it was difficult, but curiosity kept my feet in place.
I turned to Rose, "who. is. that?" I enunciated each word for dramatic effect. Also…because my brain was a bit slower to function due to the onslaught of stimulating stimuli that was, him. I guess my ability to speak was also affected.
"That's Mazen, Patrice's son. Be careful, he's dating Miley." Her tone was stern and her look was disapproving.
I felt my face fall. Damn. Of course, one with so much beauty is not an available fish in the sea. The girl behind pull tabs, Miley, is super pretty. He'd probably never even notice me.
"Oh okay, I see." I said with defeat. That settles that.
Wait.
Did she say Patrice's son?
Holy shit.
Patrice is the owner of TG.
There's something so alluring about what is forbidden. It's human nature to want what we can't have, but him being the boss's son combined with the fact that he's already spoken for is a double whammy. He's the most handsome, yet unattainable, being I've ever been within feet of.
And with that, I didn't even try to control it.
My mind began creating the most naughty, indecent, fantasies I've ever had.
He became my go to thought when my asshole boyfriend couldn't get me off.
Sometimes I would even imagine it was him I was making love to.
At least until I almost accidentally cried out his name instead of my boyfriend's as I found release…thank god it starts with M.
"Mmm." The consonant was a saving grace.