Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
ELI
Within a minute of service ending, I said thank you to Addie for all her help and was locked in the staff toilet with my hand wrapped around my half-hard cock.
I stroked it roughly to full hardness, then spat in my hand.
In less than a minute, I was coming into a handful of toilet paper that I almost forgot to grab in my near-fevered state.
When Addie hadn’t surfaced again after our afternoon rendezvous, I decided to give her space for the rest of the day.
It had somehow managed to slip my mind that, come Monday, I was due to work all possible hours to make sure the new menu was embedded across all staff seamlessly.
Meaning my chances of seeing Addie were slim.
Which was less than ideal, seeing as Addie and I clearly needed to have some kind of conversation now that we had changed the dynamic of our friendship completely.
But she was asleep when I woke up, and in her room (with the door closed) when I came home, and the idea of sending her a ‘we need to talk’ message sounded like a surefire way to ruin her day.
That, and I couldn’t rule out that she would reply with a ‘no, we don’t’ and then the two of us would live in a never-ending cycle of ignoring each other until I inevitably moved out.
Because the fact of the matter was, she hadn’t made an effort to talk to me either.
Seeing her in Vivi’s while I was in the middle of a minor crisis had thrown me for quite a loop.
So, naturally, Darren told me she was going to be running the pass to give us all a hand. And I had to pretend like that didn’t have the potential to be very awkward.
And it was awkward.
But not for the reasons I thought it would be.
I’d expected her to skirt around the fact that we’d had sex.
But no, she had boldly brought up the fact that I had intimate knowledge of the scar running parallel to her cunt.
And if she was casually bringing it up like that, then maybe we could actually move past one of the hottest experiences of my life and find some kind of balance.
Although when I managed to slightly overcook the first two pieces of chicken she called for, her stern tone when she told me to fire them again was overwhelmingly hot.
As was the confident way she called the orders, which made me think of the way she told me to keep doing what I was doing so that she could come.
And the assertion in her voice when she called for time checks made my mind wander back to how she asked me if I was going to come.
The heat of the kitchen made her look warmer, similar to how she looked when she was slowly grinding her hips against me, her back arching and her breasts bouncing with every movement.
The concentration on her face as she made sure that every plate that left the kitchen was flawless mirrored the face she made when she touched me for the first time and studied my reactions to learn what I liked.
My job went from something that I could do in my sleep to three hours of foreplay, which felt impossible to get through. Working with Addie was harder than working with a skeleton of a team.
So maybe balance was no longer possible.