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“I don’t think you made her cry,” I say gently. “It sounds like she’s not in the healthiest of work environments. She was probably just stressed out and you just asked the wrong question or something like that.”
“Doesn’t excuse the flirting.” He scowls.
“Did she seem upset by the flirting?”
“No. She seemed to be enjoying it, but it was still wrong.”
“You’ll do better next time, just like I will,” Phillip chimes in. “We just have to remember she’s our student. There’s nothing more off limits, and we all know that. I’m sure now that we’ve had that initial meeting with Avery and are more aware of the effect she has on us, we’ll be able to fully control ourselves next time.”
“She really got to you guys, didn’t she?” I ask.
“Don’t tell me she didn’t have an effect on you. I saw the way you were looking at the video I showed you.”
“I haven’t met with her yet. I’m sure I’ll have no problem controlling myself, especially now that I’ve heard your stories.” I scoff. “There hasn’t been a woman yet who could ruffle me that badly, and I highly doubt she will, either.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Wesley mutters.
His tone worries me.
We tend to have the same taste in women. If they struggled this much, what chance do I have?
No. You can’t think like that or you’ll fail before you even try.
You will control yourself. She’s just a woman.
A gorgeous woman whom I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
I’m going to need a distraction if I’m going to go into this as a professional tomorrow.
Apparently, the universe was listening because as we’re leaving, that waitress—Candie, I think—flags me down.
“Excuse me, sir, I think you might have left something at your table. Can you wait a moment while I check? I’d hate for you to leave without it.”
We both know that’s a damn lie, but I stop anyway.
“Have fun.” Wesley smirks.
And then I’m alone with Candie—well, as alone as you can be in a full restaurant.
“Will you wait?” she asks, looking up at me through her thick (and probably fake) eyelashes.
“I don’t see why not. It’s not like I have anyone to go home to,” I say pointedly.
She makes a show of going over to the table and searching for something. Then once she’s sure no one’s looking, she scribbles something onto a napkin.
When she comes back, she presses the napkin into my hand then loudly says, “I must have been mistaken. My shift ends in less than five minutes. I think my brain might be a little scrambled. I’m terribly sorry for wasting your time, sir.”
I reach out and squeeze her hand.
“It’s not a problem at all, Candie. I hope you’re able to enjoy your time when you get off.”
“I’m sure I will.”
I wait to open the note until I get to the parking lot. The last thing I want to do is be responsible for her losing her job.
Red Corolla. Butterfly sticker on the left rear bumper. Follow me home?
xo,
