One week later
Every day that went by with Chloe felt like a countdown clock in my head painfully ticking away the moments until we could finally be together. We went out when we could and the nights at the fire station without her were torturous. I wasn’t even trying to pretend that I wasn’t falling for her. I was falling so hard that I was lucky my head didn’t slam into the ground. We came close to giving in multiple times, especially when we had to say goodbye for the night, but then the text messages began—and they were getting dirtier as the days went by. It was almost like being in two relationships at the same time—dating a woman that was stealing my heart and texting with one that clearly wanted my cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so distracted by your phone.” Bridget walked into the living room and sat down as I typed out a message to Chloe. “You look like all of the customers at the diner.”
“Just talking to Chloe.” I looked up from the screen and smiled.
“I guess it’s getting pretty serious then?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I think it might be.” I suppressed the devious grin that was trying to form.
“When do we get to meet her?” Bridget leaned forward and picked up the television remote. “I told Abby not to keep asking you—so she just asks me.”
“Soon, I think. Maybe I could invite her over for dinner one night when we’re all here?” I shrugged. “I’m kind of hesitant to introduce her to Abby so quickly—but I think this is the real deal.”
“You’ve had more dates in a week than most new couples have in a month, so maybe things are moving a little faster than normal.” She nodded quickly.
Except in the sex department—that’s going to be as slow as molasses no matter what.
“Yeah, that’s true.” I looked up at Bridget. “I’ll talk to Chloe and see if she wants to come here for dinner next week.”
“Sounds good. By the way, I didn’t want to say anything while Abby was still awake, but I had an interesting encounter at the diner today.” Bridget turned on the television so that the noise would drown out what she was saying if Abby happened to be able to hear us.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to date one of your customers because they tipped well.” I prepared to roll my eyes.
“No.” She shook her head back and forth. “I don’t do that. I had a guy at one of my tables who was in a hurry. I see him at the diner from time-to-time and he always has one foot out the door before his food even arrives, so I’m used to it. Anyway—after I brought him his check, he gave me his card and asked if I would consider interviewing for a position at his company!”
“Wait—what?!” I blinked in surprise.
“I know! I didn’t even know what to say. He said that he was really impressed with how I handled things at the diner and the service he got. Apparently, his secretary just quit and left him in a tough spot. He literally wants someone that can start tomorrow.” Bridget looked down for a moment. “I don’t want to work at the diner forever, but the last time I looked for another job, I didn’t have much success.”
“You should do it.” I nodded quickly. “Provided that it’s a legit offer and he’s not after something else…”
“That does worry me a little bit. I mean, he’s never hit on me. Hell, he’s usually so eager to go that he doesn’t even look at me. He’s always tipped well though.” She sighed. “I’m sure it would be better than working for tips—and the company probably offers benefits like health insurance that doesn’t cost nearly as much as my rent.”
“It won’t hurt to interview. Maybe something good will come of it.” I smiled and nodded. “You definitely deserve to do more than wait tables for the rest of your life—but you might want to lay off the weed in case they give you a drug test.”
“Yeah.” She sighed again. “Not much I can do about it at this point, but if I don’t get this job it’s at least reminded me that I need to be looking—always.”
Bridget and I talked for a couple hours as we watched a movie. She was definitely excited about the prospect of spending her days in an office instead of waiting tables. I hoped it would work out for her. Just like I hoped Chloe was going to nail the interview she had scheduled later in the week. Things were moving in a good direction all around me, and when my phone lit up with another message from Chloe, I was ready to retire to my bedroom for the evening. I said goodnight to Bridget as soon as the movie was over.
Chloe: Thinking about you takes my mind off the interview, so guess what I’m thinking about right now?
Cain: Probably something naughty…
Chloe: Something very, very naughty.
Cain: Are you going to show me?
Chloe: Maybe…
I had a collection of pictures on my phone from Chloe already, but I never got tired of getting new ones. My phone lit up with a new message and I saw a picture of her from the waist down. Her knees were bent, her panties were push down slightly, and she had a hand between her legs. It was the dirtiest picture she had ever sent me, and my cock immediately got hard when I saw it. She knew how to tease—god did she know how to tease.
Cain: You’re definitely being naughty.
Chloe: Too bad you’re not here to do something about it—or stop me.
Cain: I wouldn’t stop you, so it’s probably a good thing that I’m not there with you right now.
