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“Take it now. When you come back, man sections E and D.”
“Got it.” Jerry heads to the break room, and I handle the bar by myself for a few minutes. I barely have the chance to think as I hold drink orders in my head, making them one after the other. It’s Saturday, and that means we’re slammed.
When Jerry comes back, he takes the rest of Violet’s orders for the night, which means that I don’t have to deal with a confrontation with her in front of everyone.
Around eleven, people start to drift out. We’re a small town, and even though people like to drink, their coaches turn into pumpkins if they aren’t home by midnight.
Jerry starts cleaning things up, and I nod to the other waitresses as they head out. Violet heads to the kitchen, and I pause for a moment as I’m wiping down a glass. If she’s about to grab her purse and try to slip out without talking to me, I’m going to be annoyed.
“Jerry, take this for a few minutes. I need to speak to the new waitress.”
Jerry doesn’t even blink as I leave him on cleanup alone.
When I slip into the kitchen, I find that I was right. Violet has her purse over her arm, and she’s looking at her phone.
“We need to talk,” I tell her.
Violet’s shoulders slump forward, and she shoves her phone into the pocket of her purple jacket. “What did I do wrong tonight?”
My eyes scan her, but the jacket hides the full provocativeness of her dress. I take a moment to phrase my words in the most “politically correct” way possible. “Violet, you are a gorgeous woman.”
She blinks at me. Clearly, this isn’t the conversation she expected to have.
“I expect my waitresses to have a certain look to keep up with the vibe of The Rusty Oak.”
“And I don’t?”
“Your look is… fine if you’re going out and enjoying yourself. But as a waitress, I expect you to be…” I can’t find the right word, and Violet’s green eyes snapping at me don’t make it any easier.
“Just say it,” she demands.
“I mean, you’re attractive. Everyone knows that, but you don’t have to show it quite so much.”
Violet looks down at her dress in surprise like it suddenly got shorter and she had no idea. “You’re saying that I’m not dressed appropriately? One of the other waitresses was wearing a very similar dress. Why are you calling me out?
I take a step toward her so that there’s only an arm’s length between us. “I’m not calling you out. I’m just trying to help you adjust to the position. There are certain things that need to be covered up. And I know that I, personally, saw your ass when you bent over, and…”
“Why were you looking?” Violet asks, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.
“How can I not? You can’t wear something like that—that literally calls attention—then expect people not to look!” I take a deep breath and force myself to lower my voice. “I’m not trying to call you out. I’m trying to… look, you’re a beautiful woman. You’ve got… all the assets. People are going to be looking when you’re dressed like that.”
Violet looks down at herself again, maybe trying to evaluate the dress with a more objective eye. Before she can protest again, because I can already see that she’s not going to agree with me, no matter what I say, I take the last step necessary to bring me face to face with her.
I rest a hand on her hip, and Violet looks up until our eyes meet. We stand there for a moment, neither one of us knowing how to respond. Then, I do it. At least, I’m pretty sure I’m the one that moves first.
Her hand touches the top of mine, then she slides her hand up my arm. At that same moment, our lips meet, and I feel the same warmth from the other night start to spread through me.
I want her. I’m hungry for her, and I can’t stop myself.
My other hand slides under her jacket and rests on her hip, squeezing her gently as I lean into her. She stumbles back a step until she is leaning against the cubbies. I press myself against her so that she can feel my dick.
Violet bites my lower lip and groans. There is something about that groan that makes me start to lose control. One of my hands glides over the smooth, brown fabric of her dress and up to cup her breast. I squeeze it gently, feeling from the softness that she’s not wearing a bra.
I hold back a groan as Violet pulls me flush against her, her fingers dancing across the skin under my tee shirt.
A clatter in the main area jerks me back to myself. I jump away from Violet, studying her for a long moment. I can’t seem to move, but then, I remember where we are and that we aren’t alone.
“I should… out…” I stumble across my words and nod in the direction of the bar.
