Page 8 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
“This isn’t some kind of talent show, I’m not here performing a trick for you on stage. Tell me which beer you would like and I’ll get it for you,” she replied.
My eyes squinted as I stared at her. Around the table, I could hear sniggers from the guys. They thought this was funny but neither the girl nor I were laughing. There was an electrical charge between us and I knew she could feel it too.
“No, you’re right,” I said and shifted in my chair so I was leaning forward now, closer to her. Her nostrils flared as she stared at me. “I can tell you exactly what I want.” My eyes traveled over her, taking in the way her small breasts rose and fell under that shirt. Her jeans were tight, clinging to her long slender legs. She had tiny hips, a perfect waist for me to hook my hands on. “Then I’ll have a Bud.”
I sat back in my chair and the girl seemed to take in a few short breaths. Then she nodded, quickly turned on her heels and hurried away.
“Whoa. What was that?” Ghost asked, the others laughed.
“What was what? I wanted a beer and I gave the waitress my order.”
“She ain’t been looking at us that way,” Spike added.
“Like she’s about to bite your head off?” I said.
“Like she wants you to rip her clothes off!” Ghost laughed.
“I haven’t noticed.”
I looked over and saw her behind the counter. She had her back turned to us but I could sense her highly aware of my eyes on her. Any moment now, she was going to look over her shoulder…and see me…and she did. Across the room, she saw me watching her and she looked away with a jerk like she’d done something naughty.
She was going to have to come back, bring me my beer. It seemed like she was stalling. She spoke to some others, took a few more orders, and it wasn’t until ten more minutes that she finally came toward me with the beer.
The others at the table who were talking so far fell silent.
“Sorry, I was caught up, here’s your order,” she said and placed the bottle in front of me. I had an urge to reach out and touch her hand, to feel her skin on my fingertips. But the last thing I wanted to do was scare her.
“I’m going to have to make a complaint with management regarding your lateness,” I said with a stony face.
“Aww…shucks!” Spike commented.
The girl straightened up and stared at me without blinking.
“To whom? Hank?” she asked.
“That your manager’s name?”
“Well, he’s the only other staff here.”
“Yeah, then maybe I’ll speak to him about the service.”
“I’m sure he’s looking forward to your constructive criticism,” she snapped and whipped around in the same breath. We watched her walk away quickly.
“Man, you may have pushed it a little too far,” Spike said.
I watched her weave her way around the tables. This time, she didn’t turn to look at me but I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt in those jeans. I knew I needed to claim her.
I stood up.
“You goin’ somewhere?” Ghost asked.
I didn’t respond to him. They didn’t need to know my business. It would only lead to more jokes and sniggers anyway.
She was behind the counter when I went up to her, busy filling up someone’s shot glass with vodka.
“I have no intention of actually speaking to Hank,” I said. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t offended.
“And I really don’t care,” she replied without looking up. The guy beside me drank his shot of vodka and tapped the glass on the counter for more.
“It was supposed to be a joke,” I added.
She poured him another shot.
“I’m not laughing.”
He drank it, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No, I can see you’re not.”
“You’re observant,” she remarked, and finally, her blue eyes settled on me.
The guy sighed. He didn’t ask for another shot. Instead, he left a few dollar bills on the counter and walked away.
She took the money and went to the cash register. I followed her down the counter on the other side.
“Can I help you with something? Do you want another beer?” she asked.
“Not yet. I just wanted to clarify that you can be as late as you want with my orders. I don’t mind waiting.”
I saw the dip in the front of her shirt, a few buttons unclasped. I could see her cleavage. Her shape was soft and athletic. I had an idea that I could mold her to any shape while I fucked her.
“What is your name?” she asked as she pinged the cash register close. Her blue eyes shone as she stared at me.
“Flash.”
“Flash?”
“What’s yours?”
She was smiling now. She thought my name was funny. Finally. Something to make her smile!
