The only thing I seem to have an appetite for is watching and listening to Maddie.
She’s a ball of energy, talking about the flavors in the dish, the places she’s been, and what she’s had there.
“By far the Island has the tastiest dishes I’ve had. And those cute little cakes at the Resort. Nice!”
I don’t interrupt. Her animated features keep me spellbound. Only when she drops her fork do I glance at my watch.
It’s already five minutes past the time I planned to stay.
“Hey, aren’t you eating?” Maddie points to my half-full plate.
“I am. Lunch isn’t my thing.”
“Oh.” Maddie bites her lower lip. “Then why did you ask us to have lunch if you weren’t hungry?”
“It’s still part of the plan to make you less stressed since I’m a good boss.”
Her face reddens and she looks away. She’s probably replaying earlier today when she writhed on my desk, rubbing her sweet pussy all over my face.
I’m suddenly cravingthatover pork.
“Do you want dessert?”
Her eyes flash at me, the redness in her cheeks spreading down to her chest.
“A real dessert,” I clarify.
“Oh, yes.” She laughs. “I thought you meant the other kind.” She facepalms, her shoulders trembling with laughter. “Don’t know why my mind went there.”
“Would you say yes to that kind of dessert, though?”
“No,” she says, but there’s a slight shake in her voice. “We’re not doing that, remember?”
I grin. “Of course.”
Her eyes narrow but she lets it go.
The waiter clears our plates and brings her a coconut cake and pineapple iced tea.
Maddie makes quick work of it. Too quick.
“Do you want anything else?” I ask.
“What?” She smiles. “No. I’m stuffed.” She taps her belly.
“Sure?” If she’s no longer eating, there’s no reason for us to keep staying here. And that means we have to get back to work and I won’t get to hear her laughter or her jokes or look into her eyes for minutes uninterrupted.
“Yes,” she stresses. “Plus, this is the longest lunch ever. I have work to get back to.”
“And what if I say you don’t have to work today?”
“I’ll tell you that I’ll still need to complete it tonight or worse, tomorrow.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Can we go now?”
I refuse to think that’s because she’s bored of me. Like me, Maddie’s work ethic is top-notch. So much so she challenges me to do better.
