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I cracked up laughing. “Well, you sure as shit didn’t drag me up here to show me your knitting,” I replied, edging off the bed and padding into her bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and took it back to the bedroom, I saw her standing holding her head, momentarily stunned by Terry’s comment.
Wandering over to her I chuckled again and turned her around to face me. After tenderly wiping smudged mascara from under her eyes, I kissed her nose, then placed the wash cloth between her legs. “Here, clean yourself and straighten up. I’ll go help him downstairs while you get yourself together.”
Leaving her to straighten up, I went to the bathroom and did the same to myself. After wetting my hands, I ran them through my hair, and once I had a clean T-shirt on, I headed downstairs to the bar.
“Is she coming?” Terry asked, glancing past me, looking for his boss.
The sentence on my lips was that I’d already taken care of that, but I nodded, grinning and without being told, I grabbed an apron from a peg beside the bar and concentrated on stacking the glasses.
“Jesus, fifteen minutes away and the place has gone to shit,” Daisy snapped, bustling around, moving bottles, emptying slop trays and doing anything, quite frankly, to keep the conversation away from the possibility of drawing attention to what we had been doing upstairs.
With our session quickly forgotten, the following two hours were hectic until Frances eventually turned up, having been to the dentist for an emergency filling.
“You could have called us at least,” Daisy scolded, as Frances looked sheepishly toward me. I wondered if she had actually been to the dentist or she had been trying to avoid seeing me. There was no telling with that one since she had lost my trust completely.
With two hands full of flatware, I felt a pair of arms slide around my ass from behind and disappear under my apron until they rested, one over my cock and the other tucked under my balls.
“Ah-ha, Ms. O’Donnell, I presume.” I guessed, wriggling my thickening dick against her small hands placed outside of my jeans.
“From the feel of this,” she replied, squeezing my cock through the rough material, “you must be that Canadian glass washer, Barney.”
Pushing my way through to the kitchen, I placed the pile of crockery down and swivelled around to face her. Taking her in my arms, her hands came to rest on the globes of my ass.
“Jeez, I’ve missed you, baby,” I said, sounding a tad emotional.
“I’ve missed you too, Barney,” she teased using the pseudonym I’d learned to live with. “Let me tell you, there’s no bigger turn on for a girl than a smoking hot man in a slightly damp apron.”My chuckle was cut short when she stretched up on her tiptoes and moved in to meet my lips.
“In front of the staff?” I enquired.
“Feck them, I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Without another word she ran her tongue along my lips, before plunging it deep into my waiting mouth. After a few moments I felt we were being watched and the previously noisy kitchen had come to a standstill. Glancing up I saw Terry, Maria, the chef and the pot wash guy as they all stood staring at us. Terry began clapping and the others joined in.
Daisy shook her head, mortified for the second time in as many hours and Terry grinned as he announced, “Barney's back in the house, normal service will resume next year.”
“Right, the show must go on,” Daisy said, pushing away from me, ignoring how embarrassed she was.
Terry chuckled. “Ah, I see you’ve been taking more than lessons in love from your man.”
“What does that mean?” Daisy asked, her eyes darkening in threat.
“Nothing, just with him doing what he does… I can imagine there must be times when he’s had to say that line,” he muttered, turning away and sloping back out the kitchen door that led back to the bar.
“He forgets who’s the boss around here sometimes,” she said, a little miffed that he’d called her out.
“Or he’s jealous he’s not got someone like you in his bed,” I mumbled, pulling her back to my chest and kissing the top of her head.
“Oh, he has plenty of women. Terry’s the barman rock star, eye candy around here in that sense. He’d give you a run for your money.”
“Baby, I’m not running anywhere. He’s welcome, to that title. I just hope he finds someone like you… that isn’t you, someday.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she turned and looked over her shoulder, flashing a glare at me.
“Just a feeling, he knows he missed the boat with you,” I replied.
“Nah, that’s nonsense,” she replied, nonchalantly, looking ahead again and resting her head on my chest. “He’s been working here since I took over and there’s never been the slightest hint of romance between us.”
“That’s reassuring, but I’ve seen him watching you. He gets pleasure out of being around you.”
