Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I check if Crew is already here and where he’s sitting. Usually, it’ll be at the bar, but since we’re here to not only have a drink but to eat, I wait at the hostess stand since I don’t see Crew anywhere.
“Welcome to Twisted Oak. How many will be joining you tonight?” Amaya, the hostess with her name tag pinned to her shirt, asks.
“Thank you. Two, please,” I reply, thinking it’s weird that Crew isn’t here yet, when he’s usually the first to arrive at any function.
“Of course, right this way.” We meander through the tables. While it’s usually busy on a Friday night, it’s also getting later in the evening, so all of the early birds have long since left. “Here’s your booth. Letitia will be your server tonight and will be right with you.” My body tightens as I think about a woman with a similar name. The last time I laid eyes on her was twenty-four hours ago, and it wasn’t nearly enough time, even if she watched me jack my cock, never making eye contact like I craved. Still, I’ll take a few minutes in her presence over none at all.
“Sounds good,” I respond, my mind already drifting off in an attempt to keep my cock from coming to life at thoughts of Letty. It’s been a constant state for me. Even while going through drafts at work today, the thoughts have simmered right at the surface. I take the menu Amaya placed on the table and read through the specials for the week. Each month, they switch it up, and since I haven’t been here in a while, I may as well see what’s new.
“Christ, what a fucking day,” Crew says as he slides into the booth in front of me. His shirt is untucked, buttons undone, and he looks like he’s had a rough time at the office.
“That bad?” I close the menu. I know what I’ll be ordering. I’m sure not a single fucking meal will compare to the one Letty cooked for me last night. While she made enough for leftovers for tonight, the thought of sitting in my penthouse alone didn’t appeal in the least. Therefore, I saved the food, and I’ll more than likely eat it tomorrow night when I’m no doubt working through the weekend.
“Fuck yes. Goddamn Todd and his bullshit. He foisted off an intern on me, like I’m some damn new engineer and not a partner. The damn person was supposed to start today. Who the hell starts a job on a Friday?” In the middle of his rant, I’m caught off guard by who appears at the edge of my peripheral vision.
“Nobody I know of.” I settle back in my seat, relaxing a bit further in order to see if it’s who I thought it was. The name isn’t one you hear very often, and I’m well aware of what Letty is short for.
“Idiot. I swear Todd is doing his best to piss me the fuck off. But enough about me. How’s shit with you?” I think there’s more to his story than Crew is willing to divulge, but at least he’s talking instead of sulking, for now.
“Good. Work’s busy, and I’m about to stop taking new clients for the time being. It’s either that or bring in another attorney. You know as well as I do how that goes.” Crew makes a noise of disgust. He did it to help his company get going, much like anyone else does, inadvertently shooting himself in the foot in the process.
“I should have done the same. Now, look at me. Good for you, though, and depending on how this intern shit goes, I might have to make some tough decisions myself.” Whereas Crew’s office is three stories high and has more room for around fifty or so employees, my place of business isn’t the same. It’s an old storefront with a sitting area in the front, a place for my assistant, and a closed-off room for an employee lounge. In the back is my office, away from everyone who could potentially hear things they’ve got no business discussing.
“Yeah, no thanks.”
“Hi, welcome to Twisted Oak. My name’s Letitia, and I’ll be your server for the evening. What can I get you started on?” Her name, her voice, and her scent wrap around my dick like a vice, making me want her beneath me even more.
“Hey, Letty.” She didn’t make eye contact with me at all, looking everywhere except at me. When I use her name, I finally get her attention. Crew stays quiet, observing what’s going on between us. Thank fuck for small favors.
“Matthew, hi. Um, sorry.” Letty tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, betraying a shyness I’m not used to from her. Maybe because it’s we're out in public or because of the scene in the bathroom. Either way, it’s hot as fuck.