Kitten's Wild Possessive Lover

1. I’m ok with me

DAVID POV

Two of my servers quit on me. I think I may have come on too strong on my first week. I really wanted to impress the owner and improve things. The servers did not like any of the changes I was making and called me a tyrant. I bit of an over exaggeration if you ask me. I changed the uniforms. The female employees did not appreciate that I changed the slacks to pencil skirts. No phones while on the floor serving, that one upset them more than the skirts!

Now I’m stuck taking orders, serving food and cashing out customers. This is not how I envisioned my debut as a manager. While I'm cashing out an elderly couple that has been waiting far too long to pay their tab, I notice a girl behind them. Her clothes are a bit worn and don't seem to fit her properly, a little big. Once the couple moves, I finally get a view of her face. She isn't wearing any makeup and her hair is up in a ponytail. I can't help but assess her. She's attractive but isn't living up to her full potential. Pity. Oh crap... she was talking this whole time. Now she is looking at me. “I'm sorry…. what?” I asked. “An application? Your sign outside says you need help. Don't you?” She says, looking around, clearly noticing my current dilemma. “OH YEAH! Sorry... I'm a little overwhelmed.” I responded and handed her an application and a pen. Swiftly running away without another word.

I can't help but look at her from time to time. She is looking at the form like it's the SAT's or something. I'm not sure it would benefit me to hire her. She looks inexperienced. I would be interested in dating her though, if she got some new clothes, wore some make-up and fixed her hair. Yeah, maybe then... she also looks like she could lose a bit of weight. She would probably look so much better a few pounds lighter. It's hard to tell with her wearing the baggy clothes she has on.

OH, crap again! This woman in front of me looks like she is going to kill me. I think I was supposed to be listening to her. Quickly you i***t, say something before she figures out you zoned out! “I'm so sorry mam. I had two servers quit on me today and we are doing the best we can.” I gave the woman a weak smile. “Did they happen to quit because of your lack of attention span? I was asking if you could direct me to the restroom!” She glared at me and walked away.

I'm going to lose my job....

CATALINA POV

This is intimidating... I have no answers for 90% of this application! And the manager, David, keeps staring at me like he can tell I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm just going to turn it in and hope for the best. David is walking up the podium looking flustered and a bit irritated. Great!! I got up and smiled at him, putting the application and pen on the podium. “I'm all done.... I know you’re busy but if I could quickly explain why my application is so bare?” I smiled at him sheepishly. “I really don’t have time for that and if you don’t have any experience, which it appears you don’t, I'm not interested in employing you.” He says while looking at my application and frowning at its pathetic state.

He put it down and turned to walk away. I'm about to cry... but I can't. I just can't. I need to convince him somehow. I have no choice but to convince him. “David! Please give me a chance. I could surprise you. I may not have the experience, but I've cleaned and cooked, just not at a restaurant. Please don’t turn me away, I really need this job and I will work VERY hard.” I pleaded. I see him stop but he doesn't turn around. He sighs dramatically and turns to face me. Looking me up and down once more and walked back towards me. I can't help but feel so small, the way his eyes judge me. “I will give you a chance. You have a week to prove to me that you can do the job. You will need to be more presentable ongoing.” He says sternly. “Thank you so much! You won’t be disappointed, I promise.” I smiled like an i***t. “Don't thank me yet... let’s go to the back and get you a uniform.” He says, looking around to make sure everyone is okay for now.

I followed him to his office, and he started looking around in the boxes placed next to the wall. He is not organized. Shouldn't these be in a storage room or something? “I’m not sure I have your size. Kind of a big girl, aren't you?” He says with a bit of humor, eyeing me up and down. I do not think I am going to make it to my first day. This man is so rude! “I didn’t know there was a weight limit for the servers here. I didn’t see it mentioned on the application.” I snapped, frowning at David. “Uh um, I-I... just mean that you are bi-bigger than most of the gi-servers we currently have.” He defended tripping over his words. “So, you clearly have a preference as to what the girls, I mean servers should look like. Is that what you are saying?” I snapped at him. “Not at all! Look if you are going to be this difficult about something so simple, maybe...” He tried to snap back, key word TRIED! “Now look here David.” I cut him off and pointed at him. “I don’t expect you to give me any special treatment or anything. If I make a mistake or do something wrong, I will take any criticism you dish out. But I’m ok with me, even if you're not.” I said with my head held high.

I waited for him to say something but he looked stunned. “If having self-respect and not allowing you to criticize my appearance hinders me from working here, I should go elsewhere.” I huffed and barged out of his office. I should have laughed it off and ignored his comment. I think as I walked past the kitchen, and headed to the front. Could I really ignore the comments and the looks he gives me while he sizes me up constantly? Making snide comments for his amusement. Do people put up with things like that? Or is it just women? I know about body shaming and s****l harassment, but I never imagined it could happen to me. He might not have outright body shamed me, but why bring up the fact that I am a big girl at all? Maybe if I had gone to school this would not have come as such a shock to me. I am sure I would have reacted the same way, but I would not feel ashamed. I do not know why or of what, but I do.

“Wait!” He yells, chasing after me. “What?!” I said a bit louder than I intended. “Look... Catalina...” he said while looking down at my application, probably trying to find my name. “I did not mean to offend you. I should have kept my opinion to myself.” He said, looking a bit ashamed of himself. “Why don't we go back to my office and try this one more time?” He said with a sad smile.

“I don't know. I really need a job, David, but not at the cost of my dignity.” I replied, looking away. “Catalina, if you really need this job, I'm giving you this opportunity. I cannot do more than that.” He said, a bit irritated. I considered my options. Will any other place give me this same opportunity? Am I overreacting? I hope I don't regret this. “ OK.” I said, still looking away.

As we walked back, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a good idea. He is clearly very judgmental. I noticed the looks he gave my attire, hair, and my body. He probably thinks I'm lazy and needs to fix everything he sees wrong with me. He thinks I should fit the norm like he does. He is tall, about five foot nine and thin. Not muscular, but looks toned. His dirty blond hair is freshly cut and combed perfectly. This might be a disaster waiting to happen. We finally get back to his office, and he pulls out a black pencil skirt that looks like it will fit me and a gray button down that may fit me a bit snug. Yay for big boobs! Hope he doesn't point them out tomorrow.

“These should be good for now. We can adjust the sizes if they don't.” He said, looking through some paperwork. “You will need to fill these out and take a menu home to memorize.” He says while handing me a menu and employment forms. “Thank you.” I whispered. “Is something wrong?” He looked worried, maybe he thought he said something to upset me again. “No, not at all.” I faked a smile. I can't really say "I just remember that I don't have a home". He already thinks I'm a hot mess. Do I really need to give this man more ammunition? “ OK then, you start tomorrow at 830am. You will be shadowing one of the other servers to start. See you then.” He said while turning around. “ OK, thanks.” I replied, practically running out of his office.

I make my way outside and it's really hitting me that I have no idea where I'm going to stay. I can't get an apartment without a deposit. I need to go somewhere where I can shower and make myself decent. Otherwise, David will have a fit tomorrow. He made is perfectly clear that I needed to be presentable. I'm standing out here for so long that I don't realize I'm standing in front of the door, blocking the path for anyone trying to come in or go out. I'm suddenly startled by an angry-looking, but very attractive, businessman. “Excuse me! Do you mind?” He said loudly while glaring at me with his arms crossed on his chest. I move out of his way before he kills me with the daggers he’s shooting at me with his eyes. I don't even get the opportunity to say sorry as he rushes past me with two other people following him, one male and one female. Why are they dressed so fancy? They must clearly be in the wrong place. The female turns around before entering, scowls at me, and turns back around while flipping her hair at me. I don't pay her any mind. I know women can be catty. Karen was never mean to me, but she made sure I knew Joe was HER husband. I think that’s why she always got me baggy clothes from the thrift stores. Like I could ever see him as anything other than an old man. Eeww! OK Catalina, where am I going to go now?? Great, now I'm talking about myself in the third person.