i'm sorry for this shitty set, i feel bad for coming on poly just to socialize with my three friends lol. so i decided to push this bebe out.
continuation to this story:
"Oh my" I say breathless, "Damn"
Demitri smiles and pulls me against his naked body. Coffee beans that spilled across the floor in our quickie get swept up in my hair. I sit up looking at damaged we caused within the last half hour. "Damn, damn, damn"
"Baby come back down"
"No, this place is a mess" a customer knocks at the door. I peek up from behind the counter and duck back under. "Someone's here" I sigh grabbing my shirt.
"Leave it. Were closed"
I zip up my pants and pull the shirt over my head. Grabbing the apron that was discarded somewhere in the front of the cafe, I unlock the door and smile at the handsome man.
"Sorry, we locked up but I guess we forgot to flip the sign" I let my fingers outline open/close sign that was currently flipped to open. I glance back at Demetri who's brushing dust off his pants has begrudgingly gotten up from the floor like a toddler who unsuccessfully threw a tantrum.
"Oh well, sorry I came here kinda late. I'm actually looking for Mia?"
"That's me," I say putting forward my hand boldly. Chuckling he rubs the scruff on his face.
"I see the Rossitano in you. I'm Sam, Dave's friend" he grabs my hand. He peeks into the shop seeing Dee. "Catch you at a bad time?"
"No not at all, we were just... Closing"
"Lemme just get my jacket and clock out, okay?"
After the doors closed, Demetri approaches me looking pissed off.
"Who the fucks that?"
"Family friend" I say indifferently
"So your just leaving?"
"Yeah, its... 10:56" Dee sighs as I throw on my jacket.
"Can't we get late dinner, breakfast, anything like that?"
"I gotta wake up early" I lied, and fumbled grabbing my blackberry that was plugged into a charger.
"God, I dunno Dee, but I gotta go" I throw my stuff in my bag when I knock a stack of order forms off the desk in the employee lounge.
"Fine. I love you," he says hopefully, as he does every time I rush out on him.
I pause picking up forms from the ground and smile up at Demetri. I place them on the desk and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"See you," striding out I catch glimpse of Sam in a leather jacket who's leaned again Chip, the huge statuette of a cappuccino cup outside the store. “Sorry, closing. Takes forever!”
“Its fine,” He looks into the store and sees Dee glaring at him “You work here?”
“Yeah, its— temporary” It was the lie I told everyone when I was laid off from the Times and regrettingly applied at the Cuppucino a year and a half ago.
“Oh, cause Dave told me you also went to Hofstra”
“Yeah, in fact I think I remember a Rossitano there”
“Really?” I laughed. I was a notorious party girl on the campus so my cheeks started to burn with some memories of Mia Rossitano he could possibly conjure.
“Mhm, did you date this guy… Bryan, Ryan? Something like that”
“Johnson?” I asked eagerly
“Yeah, I think that was his last name”
“Oh God,” My nervous laughter covers the distaste Ryans name brought to my mouth.
“He posted pictures of you in this skirt, and no top, Jesus it was the hottest thing, posted on the bulletin board in the common area.” He laughed a big macho laugh.
I chuckled along, trying to look like the grown adult that doesn’t look back at her wild past with distain; however truthfully, I would’ve given the world for a time machine to go back and kill Ryan Johnson.
Two hours of beers, shots, sibling listings an amazing burger and recounts of childhood memories passed at the dive bar not too far from Cuppicinos and I found myself being ushered into an Brooklyn bound cab to Sam’s apartment. Cornered into the seat, I feel his face close on mine, his hand stroking my leg, and my stomach twisting at the thought of sleeping with this self centered prick. Though he was nice, and paid for my meal and drinks, I was stunned by the fact that he thought he could use this city bachelor act on me. The city ‘Knight’ in a shining leather jacket that throws me into a cab and saves me from the clutches of my hopeless coworker that earns just 60 cents more of my shitty salary.
As he kissed me, my beer fogged brain gave into the sensations of his seduction and my body slowly melted into the seat, pulling his closer. As we reach my destination, Sam jumps up to pay that cab driver that looks back at me in the rear view mirror. I coyly smile, and cover my mouth, feeling bad for contaminating his back seat.
Making the way up to Sam’s 3rd floor apartment I searched my brain for excuses not to sleep with him. But I was lost, and the more his hands explored my body and pressed me against the apartment door, the more I could careless. Fucck, he smelled good.