CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2

PRESENT DAY

MEL

It was one of those shitty shifts again. I had at least hoped today will be different, being my 21^st birthday and all.

“Look alive Melissia, you are scaring the customers away.” Scott shouts, jolting me from my thoughts. He is my manager and a pain in my ass.

‘Girl, don’t worry, no sort of look on your face could scare Mr. Hottie away.”  My best friend, Angie teases me. I smile at her.

 “He’s back?” I say, resisting the urge to look in his direction.

  “Yes, and alone, but staring at you as usual.”

 Mr. Hottie, as nicknamed by Angie, never comes alone. He sort of has a routine; comes in around 5:30 pm, with a guy accompanying him, always different guys and takes a seat in my booth section. I go to take their order, the companion makes their request and Hottie never says a word. Then at exactly 6:20pm, 10 minutes before my shift ends, I look up and they are gone, but always leaving a huge tip behind.

Today, he came in at 6:25 pm and he was alone.

 “Why are you still standing here?” Angie asks. “Go take his order already, and don’t be shy to flirt, he is clearly interested.” She winks at me then walks away.

I muster up the little courage I have, gotten mostly from the three shots of tequila I sneaked under Scott’s nose, gave myself a pep talk and walked towards his table.

“Welcome to Dancing stars, may I take your order?”

“That sentence has become an anthem for you.” Hottie says, not looking up.

His voice sounds like a melody but I can’t shake off the deep tone it carries.

“Well, it has been drummed into my ears since my first shift here.”

He takes off his glasses, looks up at me and I feel like I’m drowning in a deep blue sea. I can tell he is smiling at me but his eyes got me in a choke hold.

“So, you like to follow orders, then?”

“Pays the bills.” I say, swaying slightly. I need to learn how to hold my drinks.

 He holds me by the waist to keep me from falling and I suddenly feel warm.

 “You are drunk.”

 “Not drunk, just tipsy.”

 “Okay.” He said, leaning back into his chair, ‘You are tipsy on the job, why is that?”

 “Number one, it’s my birthday and number two, I have four minutes, no, scratch that.” I said, looking at my watch, “I have two minutes left of this shift, so make your order.”

 “You are free to leave in the next two minutes?”

“I just said that.”

“So, we can spend the rest of the night together.”

It doesn’t sound like a request to me, more like an order. For some reason, it excites me.

“And why would I do that?”

“Number one, it’s your birthday and you want to.” He takes my hand and kisses it so lightly that it feels like a promise of more, while staring at me. “And two, we are both feeling lucky tonight.”

He is one beautiful cocky bastard and he knows it, but he was right.

I want to.

  *****

“I said flirt with him, not go home with him.” Angie looked at me like I had gone crazy.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Are you drunk?” she said, concerned. “Mel, baby, you have never had sex before.”

“You are the one always telling me to live a little, so now I’m going to have hot birthday sex with a sexy stranger and never see him again.”

“Are you really leaving after today?” Angie said sadly.

 “Ohh, mama bear, I have to leave this life, I’m aching for a change.” I said, trying to ease her mind. “And besides, Jack’s breathing down my neck for money again.”

“Why do you put up with his rubbish?”

“Because he is my brother.”

“What if Mr. Hottie is a serial killer?”

“Then I’ll die hopefully after being satisfied.” Angie eyes widen in disbelief, I laugh at her.  

I pick up my tote bag from the table and hand my uniform to her. “I will text you if I get uncomfortable.” I rushed out of the bar before she tries to stop me.

 Mr. Hottie stood outside of the bar, leaning against a black Maybach, seemingly busy on his phone. He looked up as though he sensed my presence and smiled. My heart skipped a beat.

“I thought you changed your mind, Melissia.” He opened the door for me. I don’t recall telling him my       name. I get in.

 “I had to pick up my bag.’ I said to him as he enters the car, “Also had to drop…’

  He drew me into his arms, murmured something I didn’t hear and claimed my lips.

  Even though I was a virgin, I have had my fair share of kisses. This was different. A combination of shock   and slow burning need sizzled through my body. His tongue, ever so gentle and painfully sweet, slipped pass my slightly parted lips, filling me with endless longing. My hands held onto his jacket for dear life. Our bodies pressed tightly together, he broke the kiss on a groan, leaving me breathless.

 “Drive.” He said to the man seated at the front seat, never taking his eyes of me. “Tell me, Mel.” He teased, placing little kisses on my fingers. “How do you wish to spend your birthday, my dear?”      

I was completely entranced. I would like to blame the alcohol, but it was nothing compared to the effect of his kiss.

“I.I..I, um, I really don’t know.” I stutter. How would I know? I ask myself. I haven’t exactly done this before.

“Do you want this?” He asks

“Yes.” I respond

“Good girl” He whispers softly in my ears.  I instantly feel like jelly, melting in his arms. He leaves a trail of feather-like kisses down my neck while rubbing on my thighs. A soft moan escapes. I can feel his hand going higher up my skirt and he rubs lightly against my clit. I shiver in anticipation expecting him to take my panties off.

He just continues to stroke me through my panties, increasing the pressure little by little while still feasting on my neck. I grasp his hand that was cradling my back for support. I could feel myself losing control of my body and it felt so good.

“I have ached so long for you, my pretty.” He moaned in my ear, still stroking, just harder. My vision blurred. “Don’t hold back, Mel, cum for me.” He pressed his fingers against my clit and with my eyes shut tight, I lose it.

My first orgasm was in the back of a stranger’s car and I wanted more.

When I opened my eyes, I realize the car had stopped at my house. I was confused.

“You are perfect.” he kissed my hand. “I swear to the heavens, I want you but, we can’t do this, not now.”

 Did he just reject me?

 I stared into his eyes, expecting him to smile and say he is joking, but he stayed still.

 “Oh my God.” I groaned and placed my hands on my eyes as shame washed over me. He must have noticed I was a virgin and didn’t want me anymore.

 “Mellisia…” He starts to speak but I could feel the tears coming. I would rather die than cry in front this man right now, so I rush out of the car and run to my door.

 “Go to hell !!!” I screamed and shut the door. I slide to the floor there and let the tears fall.

  I have always hated my birthday.