Second Hand Waitress

“Why are you sitting in the living room?” Tesah asked, gesturing around with a questioning look.

“I’m waiting for room service,” Kira replied sharply. “And don’t even think about distracting me. I’m starving.”

Tesah's lips curved into an amused smile as he settled into another chair, turning his body toward her. It was then Kira realized, with a blush, that he was still naked.

“Can you put something on, please?” she asked, her tone laced with irritation.

“Why? Does it bother you?” he teased, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Yes, it does.”

“We’ve crossed every line imaginable, Kira. Surely this isn’t that shocking anymore?”

“I’m not entertaining this discussion,” she said through clenched teeth. “Put on some clothes before the room service guy gets here.”

He leaned back with a shrug, grabbing a cushion from behind him and strategically placing it over his lap. “Satisfied?” he asked, his tone mocking.

Before Kira could respond, the doorbell rang. She sprang to her feet, relieved to escape the tension. She welcomed the waiter with an overly enthusiastic smile as he rolled in the cart laden with food.

“Tip him,” Kira instructed Tesah, not even glancing back as she lifted the lids from the dishes. The heavenly smell of fresh food made her knees go weak.

“Bossy, aren’t you?” Tesah murmured, standing behind her. His voice, combined with his close presence, sent a shiver down her spine. He handed the waiter a tip, who quickly made his exit, likely sensing the awkward tension.

“You’re still naked, aren’t you?” Kira asked, her back to him.

“Not still. Always,” he said, his voice playful. His hands landed on her shoulders, gently massaging them as he leaned closer. Kira could feel his body heat through the thick robe she wore, his intentions unmistakable.

“Tesah,” she warned, but her voice faltered when his lips found her ear, nibbling softly. His hand slid into the front of her robe, caressing her breast.

“Not now,” she said firmly, stepping away. Her eyes flicked to him briefly, noting his impressive state. “Cover that up. You and your insatiable… self are not distracting me this time.”

He chuckled softly as he grabbed the cushion again, clearly amused by her resolve. “Eat, Kira. You’ll need the energy later.”

Ignoring his cocky comment, Kira carried her food, it was a salad, creamy penne, and a slice of cheesecake, to the coffee table by the window. She began eating hungrily, but his intense gaze made her self-conscious.

“Can you stop staring at me?” she finally said, her words muffled by a mouthful of penne.

“I like looking at you,” Tesah said casually.

Kira froze mid-chew, nearly choking in shock. Swallowing quickly, she stared at him in disbelief. “What did you say?”

“You’re interesting to look at,” he repeated, his tone unbothered.

Kira blinked, not expecting the comment. She wasn’t used to compliments about her looks. Her face was unconventional, she had big green eyes, a slightly crooked nose, and lips that always seemed too full for her narrow face. Growing up, she had been teased relentlessly, her classmates dubbing her “Juicy Lips” and making inappropriate jokes about them in high school.

Her appearance had once been an advantage in her baking career, making her seem unassuming until she impressed the buyers with her talent. But now, in the real world, she felt like it held her back. Fewer opportunities, more frustrations, and people constantly underestimating her. She let out a sigh, shaking the thoughts away.

“Don’t overthink it, Kira,” Tesah said, his eyes glinting with amusement as he lounged back. “Just eat.

“What’s on your mind?” Tesah’s deep voice interrupted Kira’s wandering thoughts after a while. She blinked, focusing on him again.

“I was just thinking…” she began, clearing her throat and masking her unease with a smirk as she reached for her dessert. “You still haven’t told me what you did after dinner. Did you visit one of those onsen places? You know, the ones where everyone bathes naked? Did you have to strip down in front of Mr. Craig and Mr White?”

Tesah’s wince was immediate.

“Absolutely not,” he said with a groan.

She grinned mischievously. “Then it can’t have been that bad. Come on, tell me. My imagination is probably making it worse than it really was.”

After a brief hesitation, Tesah sighed. “Fine. We went to karaoke.”

Kira choked on her first bite of cheesecake, coughing violently. Tesah smirked, waiting for her to recover.

“Karaoke?” she finally wheezed, her voice incredulous.@@novelbin@@

“Yes,” he replied nonchalantly.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” His gaze dropped to her dessert. “Are you going to share that cheesecake?”

“Nope,” she said, taking another exaggerated forkful. “Did you actually sing?”

“Yes.”

“What did you sing?” she asked, enjoying his discomfort.

“A mix of Queen, Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Blondie,” he listed, keeping his eyes on her plate. “Now, seriously, can I have some cake?”

“Still no,” she teased, savoring her next bite. “Blondie? Really?”

“And Cyndi Lauper,” he admitted with a grimace. “Ms. Marita loves those songs, but the English is too fast for her to keep up.”

Kira laughed. “They’re all so high-pitched! I would have paid to see that.”

“I know. Can we drop it now?” Tesah’s voice was resigned. “And remember, this stays between us.”

“Fine.” She smirked. “Still not sharing my cake, though.”

“Okay,” he said, his tone shifting.

“What are you—” she began, but her words caught in her throat when Tesah knelt in front of her chair. His hands trailed from her knees up to her thighs, parting her robe in the process.

She froze, her dessert momentarily forgotten as Tesah moved closer, his strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her forward.

“This is my dessert,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smile before he bent his head and began to kiss her.

Kira stared down at him in shock, but the sensations quickly overpowered her. Her head fell back, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as her disbelief melted into pleasure.

“Oh… my God,” she whispered breathlessly, completely lost in the moment.