Second Hand Waitress

Kira stirred from her dreams, mumbling, “Sheep don’t talk.”

“What are you saying?” a familiar voice replied impatiently. Kira groaned and reluctantly opened her eyes.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said, glaring at her boss, Tesah Clover, standing at the foot of her bed. She quickly realized she was wearing only her underwear and no bra. With a startled squeak, she grabbed a pillow to shield herself, pulling her knees up to her chest for extra coverage.

Tesah’s expression remained calm. “I’ve already seen everything before,” he reminded her, and her cheeks flushed.

“What are you doing in my room?” she demanded.

“The hotel concierge told me you didn’t order any food, and the drive mentioned you didn’t stop to eat on your way back,” he explained.

“So?” she retorted, though his words triggered her hunger.

“I ordered you some dinner. It should arrive soon. I thought you might want to freshen up before it gets here,” he replied coolly.

“Dinner? At this hour?” she asked, caught off guard by the unexpected kindness.

“It’s just after midnight. I got back about thirty minutes ago,” he said.

“The meeting lasted that long?” she asked, surprised.

“No, but after it ended, the Medina team wanted to celebrate,” he paused, his discomfort evident as he added vaguely, “and do some other things.”

“Other things?” she pressed, curiosity piqued by the faint blush on his cheeks.

“None of your business,” Tesah said tersely, but her exhaustion and lack of inhibition made her persistent.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad. Was it one of those hostess bars? Did someone sit on your lap and flatter you all night?”

Tesah raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need to pay someone to compliment me.”

“True. I’m sure Ms. Tania Marita did plenty of that for free,” Kira said with a sarcastic edge.

“Jealous, Kira?” he asked with a smirk.

“Hardly,” she scoffed, waving a hand dismissively unintentionally causing the pillow to slip, revealing a bit too much.

“You’re having a wardrobe malfunction,” he remarked dryly, his eyes flicking downward.

She gasped, hastily readjusting the pillow. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” he asked innocently.

“Like you’re waiting for it to happen again,” she snapped.

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“But I am waiting for it to happen again,” he admitted, and she gaped at him, scandalized.

“That’s inappropriate!” she scolded.

“And being in your room while you’re half-naked isn’t?” he countered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“There are levels of inappropriate,” she stammered, feeling flustered.

“Is that so? How inappropriate is this?” he asked, moving closer.

“Five,” she whispered hesitantly.

“And now?” He slid closer until he was sitting right next to her feet.

“Five and a half,” she murmured, her voice barely audible as his hand brushed lightly over her legs.

“Interesting,” he said, his breathing heavier as he cupped her foot, his thumb stroking the sensitive arch. “What about this?”

“Six and a half,” she managed, her mind clouded by his touch.

“Quite the leap,” he murmured, then reached out and tugged the pillow away. She gasped in protest, but before she could stop him, Tesah leaned in, his chest pressing against hers, firm and impossibly warm.

His lips found her neck, brushing softly before he nipped at her skin. She groaned at the sensation, and he soothed the sting with his tongue.

“I don’t do things halfway,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough. “I want perfection.”

Kira shivered, her mind spinning, as all she could think about was the night before, and how much she wanted it all over again.

With that, Tesah leaned down and kissed Kira deeply, his hunger and passion evident. She eagerly responded, her body reacting to every part of him, despite his arrogant and unlikeable demeanor.

Kira let out a small whimper, trying to push back the sensible voice in her head that told her to stop. She managed to pull away, surprised by how much just one kiss had affected her.

"I thought we agreed not to do this again," she whispered, unsure if he had even heard her as he continued to nibble on her neck.

Tesah’s voice was low and teasing. "Why waste such good chemistry, Kira?" His hand moved down her back, causing her to shiver and let out a soft, involuntary purr.

"It was good, wasn’t it?" she admitted, her voice laced with a hint of humor. She pressed closer to him, feeling the luxurious texture of his silk shirt against her bare skin. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against him, urging him to take the next step.

He responded by shifting her flat on her back, positioning himself beside her. His intense gaze moved down her body before his hands gently cupped her breasts. His touch was warm and confident, and when his lips found one of her sensitive peaks, Kira nearly lost control.

"Can you climax from this alone?" Tesah asked, his voice rough and heavy with desire.

"I haven’t yet," she replied breathlessly, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Challenge accepted," he said with a devilish smirk before continuing his exploration.

Over an hour later, Kira lay on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She covered her face with her arm, partly from embarrassment at how uninhibited she’d been. To her amazement, Tesah had succeeded in making her climax just from his focus on her breasts, something she’d never thought possible. He had been relentless, not allowing her hands to guide the pace or change the focus.

Once he’d finally claimed her body fully, he rolled off and promptly fell asleep. Now sprawled across her bed, Tesah looked impossibly relaxed and vulnerable, a stark contrast to his usual commanding demeanor.

Kira sighed, slipping into the hotel’s oversized robe. She glanced back at Tesah, noting the chiseled lines of his body and the soft vulnerability of his sleeping face. For all his arrogance and power, there was something undeniably remarkable about him.

She padded into the lavish living room connecting the suite. Her gaze fell on the service cart in the center of the room, and she groaned in dismay when she saw the cold, congealed remains of what had once been her dinner. Hunger gnawed at her as she picked up the phone to order another meal.

A few minutes later, she sank into one of the plush chairs by the window, gazing out at the twinkling city lights below. For a moment, she considered exploring the city, but reason prevailed in her senses and she immediately knew wandering alone at this hour would be reckless.

“What are you doing here?” Tesah’s rough voice startled her.

Kira turned to see him leaning against the doorway, his hair mussed from sleep.

"I didn’t think you were the type of guy to enjoy waking up next to last night’s casual fling," she said dryly. "So I decided to give you the bed and take the spare room tonight."