- o -
I really need the job!
It has been 3 weeks since Mrs. Jones decided she was going to fire me… Oh boy, I never ever flirt with his husband but I’m pretty sure the old man lied to her. So it was my fault and I was fired…
This is my last chance. I really need the job. I have to pay the rent tomorrow and, if I don’t pay I won’t have a roof over my head.
I have tried everything but being a waitress. I could have done anything but this. The point is now I’m desperate and I need the money…
Well, let’s hope everything will be fine and I will get the job. And with the bills covered, I may be able to find another thing…
- o -
I got the job for divine intervention.
Well, not exactly but almost.
This guy, the one who interviewed me, he was not going to hire me. Of course, not so pretty girl with no experience, it was obvious that I was not gonna have the job.
But for once in a while, I’ve been lucky.
The bar’s owner arrived when I the manager was explaining why he didn’t need me. I didn’t notice him till the manager got distracted and asked me for a moment. That was when I turned my head and saw him.
He spoke a little with the manager and… It was clear they were speaking of me. I came back to my original position more angry than embarrassed. They were talking about me! I decided I couldn’t stand such humiliation and… The manager came back and told me I could start tomorrow evening.
I stood up so surprised that I just said “Thanks. See ya!”. The owner wasn’t there anymore when I left…
Well, I suppose he’s the owner. The manager was not gonna have me till he arrived. I think I should thank him when I see him…
- o -
Second night at work… It has been tough but not as much as I could imagine.
I have made enough money to pay my bills and have enough for eat. The tips are good and most of the people who come to the bar are nice. I always have thought the waitress job was horrible but it’s quite amusing.
And more amusing than the job, I have to admit, it is the bar’s owner.
God, he is hot!
I have seen him a couple of times and he really looks so damn good.
I need to thank him but I haven’t been able to do it… Every time I see him and tried to reach him, he disappears.
I hope I can see him again…
- o -
Well, this has been a great night. I had my conversation with Philip… And Philip is a great guy, actually.
I had thanked him but he said it was a pleasure helping a girl as beautiful as I am… Then I blushed and said I had work to do in an unsteady voice.
I can’t flirt with my boss! That was the reason I lost my last job! Well, it wasn’t my fault but I’m not supposed to do that, am I?
I am pretty sure he stayed where he was for a while, watching me. I just couldn’t make myself look at him again.
He is a handsome guy but I think it is not quit right flirting with him…
- o -
I can’t say no to an invitation, right? The boss invited me to have a drink… while I was working. I hope the other waitresses didn’t notice I skipped my shift… almost all my shift.
I think I’m losing my wits… But this man simply… When I’m with him it’s like I can’t think of anything else but him…
He has beautiful brown eyes and you have to love his beard, black as his hair. You could think his nose is a little pointy but it matches perfectly with his face. Did I say he is beautiful? And hot? He must work up a lot. Everything in his body is just in place.
He has a little bit of accent. Just a little… If you don’t pay attention you could missed it. I wonder where he is from…
But I’m losing my wits… He is the boss… and he is so damn sexy…
I need to regain my focus. I can’t let this happens…
- o -
And here I am… In a dark alley, behind the bar.
The night seems so dark, darker than usual.
And he seems so eager.
The idea of having him blurs my mind… And here I am with him, kissing him, touching him…
And he touches me and kisses me… I am surrender to his touch, to his eyes… He can have me, right here, right now, behind the bar, in the dark night…
And I realize this is a mistake… I realize everything is a mistake… I shouldn’t have flirted with Mr. Jones… I shouldn’t have insulted Mrs. Jones… I should have called mom… I shouldn’t have asked for a job in this bar… I shouldn’t have talked to Philip… I shouldn’t have given up to lust…
And as he sucks the blood out me (life!) I know there’s no time for regrets, just time for a last pray… God, have mercy on my soul…
