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Tracy looks around at the empty diner which only has a drunkard passed out at the last booth. She sighs. “It’s really nothing. He decreased my hourly wage. Claimed that it was either that or the diner considered cutting employees. But when I asked around, it was only my hourly wage that was lowered.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
She shrugs. “Even with the pay cut, I’m still earning more than I would at any other place. Kendall’s job isn’t completely certain yet. What if your boss decides to fire her?”
“You have very little faith in your friend.”
“I have very little faith in your boss.” Tracy starts wiping the mugs and putting them back on the rack.
I watch her as I sip at the lemonade. “Kendall told me you were an excellent chef.”
Tracy smirks at me. “Did she tell you to tell me that?”
I have to laugh. “No. She doesn’t know I come here. I doubt she knows that we’re friends.”
“How interesting,” Tracy comments. “Any particular reason?”
I shrug. I don’t think telling her that I want to keep her to myself would be a very good idea. The more time I spend with Tracy, the more addicted I’m becoming to her. “I’m hungry.” I tell her.
She looks up. “The menu is right there.”
“Why don’t you cook me something? Yourself, one of your own creations. Kendall says you have plenty of delicious recipes.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
I give her a winning smile. “Please?”
The hesitation is there but she gives in, muttering something under her breath.
When she returns twenty minutes later, she puts down a plate in front of me. “Chicken Parmesan with stuffed mushrooms, broccoli, and cheese with grilled potatoes on the side.”
If the dish doesn’t get my mouth watering, the description sure does. I dig in with relish and I can feel Tracy watching me. “Is this your own recipe?”
“Yes,” she replies. “Do you like it?”
I grin, nodding eagerly, a mouthful of the succulent chicken in my mouth.
Tracy’s laugh is soft and she looks pleased. She leans on the counter and watches me eat.
I can’t resist spearing one of the potatoes and offering it to her. She stares at it and I wonder if she’s going to reject it but then she leans over and captures it with her soft mouth and I feel myself growing hard in my pants as I watch her chew it, carefully.
Bewildered at my own attraction to her, I stare down at my meal, trying to calm myself down.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I have no answer so I try to change the subject, “I was thinking I’d come and help you guys move next week. I’m sure you must have a lot of things to get done. I know a guy who owns a truck, so I can borrow it.”
Tracy studies me, curiously. “Are you this nice to everybody?”
“Maybe,” I reply. “But I find I’m more partial when it comes to you.”
Her cheeks turn a soft pink and she clears her throat. “Well, you need to be careful, lest somebody takes advantage of you.”
“I’ll have to count on you to protect me.” I wink at her and it’s fascinating to see the red spread across her face.
This time, it’s Tracy who changes the subject and she points towards one of my tattoos. “How come you have so many of those?”
I freeze and it takes a visible effort for me to speak normally. “My tattoos?”
