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Allie stares at her phone in confusion, blinking slowly, before realization dawns.
Allie: YOU WERE HERE THAT DAY?? YOU SAW ME???
Me: I was. I did.
Me: You were perfect.
Allie: I cannot believe you. That is so embarrassing. I’m not putting it on.
Me: Missed an opportunity to say fuck you I won’t do what you tell me
Allie: Motherfucker
She holds up her middle finger, blows me a kiss with it and turns away fast enough that her skirt flutters up, revealing more than a hint of ass cheek.Fuck. How much longer until those cheeks are in my hands?She only has one customer left, sitting in Brian’s chair by the front window. He stays there, scrolling on his phone for the next half hour, and still hasn’t moved five minutes after the official closing time.
Me: Want me to make that fucker leave?
Allie: Lucas Pine. He is a nice guy. He’s probably just not paying attention.
Me: A nice guy would pay attention to the closing time.
Allie walks around, pulling the dark shades for every outside window. When she has to reach across the guy to get the last shade, he finally gets the picture and leaves. She locks the door behind him.
My girl is within my reach now, the glass wall between us a feature, not a flaw. Leaning back on my workbench, I watch. I’ve been watching Allie since February, but this is the first time I’ve had her to myself like this in our building.
Allie: You just gonna watch me work?
Me: Hoping to watch you do more thanthat.
Allie looks at me, opening her mouth wide to feign a scandalized response, before running a teasing finger back and forth across her waistband.
Allie: You’re on.
She turns up the music enough for me to hear it very clearly, right as it switches to a Miguel song. Her hips move in tune with the beat, teasing me with the occasional body roll, as she finishes up her final closing tasks.
Her laugh comes through the window, carrying over the loud R&B music.Goddamn, she’s perfect.Allie’s all confidence, joy, and soft curves. She’s thriving, putting on a show for me. No woman could ever be more perfect.
Me: You are incredible. so sexy.
Allie: I know, right?
Allie flips a switch, so only dim overhead lighting remains.
Allie: I’m all done, I’ll come to your side.
Me: Stay. I need to watch you before I get to touch you again.
She walks over to me, stopping just on the other side of the row of tables that line the glass wall, close enough to show me the pink blush of her cheeks, lust-filled doe eyes, her full chest rising and falling with anticipation. Untying the apron at her waist, she drops it to the floor as she takes a step closer.
Allie: Tell me what you want to see.
Me: Take your hair down for me.
She releases her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders in sensual chestnut waves. I imagine the smell of fresh coconut shampoo as she shakes it out, using her fingers to comb it into place. Closing her eyes, she drags her fingertips down, starting at her temples, combing through her hair to graze the column of her neck, cupping around her breasts, sliding past her hips, and coming to rest on the sides of her thighs.
A pleased smirk crosses her lips when she clocks me running my hands through my own hair, keeping them occupied until I can touch her.
Allie: How was that?
