Falling for Mr. Stevens

Five

Margie decides to work me to death for being late. Although I was supposed to get off at 10:30, I end staying till 11:45 to wash dishes and clean off the tables, which definitely wasn't in my job description. Every few minutes I'd peek out the diner window and see the black car still sitting there.

It is nice that he was waiting.

Finally when I clocked out with obviously no over time pay. I shuffle my way out the door totally exhausted.

I hate this job.

Tim is waiting for me at the car with the back door open. "Hi, Tim" I give him a tired smile.

"Hello, Ms. Johnson"

I decided to be polite to him, knowing his job is probably just as time consuming as mine. "How was your day, Tim? Hopefully a lot better than mine"

"It was pleasant Ms. Johnson" he smiles as I climb in the car. I breath a sigh of relief. I've been on my feet for 2 hours straight.

"How was your day?" Brian murmurs. He sounds a little pissed. Brian pulls my legs up on his lap and takes my shoes off. He begins to rub my aching feet. It feels wonderful.

"Uh, it was fine. Nothing special" I wiggle my toes, hissing at the soreness, knowing when I get home I'll be needing a good Epsom salt bath. Groaning, I close my eyes and take in the foot massage I'm getting.

"You said you would getting off at 10:30 and it's almost 12, what happened?" Brian asks and for some reason it irritates me because he is was happened.

Not being able to hide my attitude "Well someone made my late for work and my boss threw extra work on me." I roll my eyes as I run my fingers over the bridge of my nose. Suddenly, my massage goes bad when Brian curls my toes, roughly.

"Oww! Hey, that hurts" I go to yank my foot away, but he has a hold on my ankle.

"I really don't like attitude, Amber. I let you get away with it once, but it's not happening again so please watch your tone" He softly starts rubbing my feet again. God, who spit in his coffee?

"Sorry. I'm just tired." Frowning, I let my pony tail down and run my fingers through my hair, massaging the tension from my scalp.

"Good. Now did you think over what I said to you this morning?"

"Sort of." I mumble as I rub my scalp a few times.

"And...?"

I had thought about what he said all day. The events of this morning made work a little more bearable. I don't know what I want to do. I have only known this man for 2 days and clearly he is a little possessive if he wants me to be his. The term made me shiver at the thought

"Well....I guess." I mumble against my better judgement. Who am I? Where as the practical, logical, realist of a woman gone to?

"I need a real answer, Amber so speak up, you are not a mouse"

I frown. Bastard.

"Okay. Yes. That's my answer." I don't have much to lose. He is a respectable guy and he wants me so why should I over think it? I just hope I'm making a good decision.

The corners of his mouth turn up. "Do you work tomorrow"

"Uh no. I have the next 4 days off" Hallelujah.

"Good then you can come stay with me." Oh heck no! Can he at least buy me dinner first before trying to shack up. I'm speechless. This man is crazy. Brian, all of a sudden, reminds me of the guy from American Psycho. Im too young to die by the hands of a handsome brute.

"I need clothes and things. I can't just up and go to your house. No, absolutely not." I shake my head.

"Tim, can you stop by Amber's apartment so she can pack some clothes and things." He waves his hand in the arm when he says 'things' as if what I own isn't important or needed. Does he plan on keeping me naked the whole time?

I can't stay with him for 4 whole days.

"I..I don't-" I try to reject the offer.

"Shh" he interrupts. "It's final." He places a firm grip in my thigh. I guess I'm staying with him for 4 days. I sit back and let it soak in.

Once at my apartment I grab some clothes, my toothbrush, and phone charger and toss it in a bag. I open my top drawer and look over all my underwear. Obviously, I pick out only the sexy pairs. I open my medicine cabinet and grab my EpiPen sliding it in the side pocket. Don't want to take any chances.

I scan over the apartment making sure I don't forget anything. I write a note letting my friend Rian know to watch over my apartment for a few days. I close the door behind me and walk down to her door sliding the note under it.

I get back to the car and climb in sitting the bag between us.

Brian looks at me then the bag. He frowns reaching for the EpiPen.

"What is this for?"

I hold up my wrist and shake my medical bracelet "Peanut, seafood, and chocolate allergies"

"You're allergic to chocolate?" He laughs a little in disbelief.

"Yep. Lucky me"

"How do you use it? You know, just in case it's needed." He examines it for a moment.

I take the pen from him and pop the cap off. "You take the cap off then jam this end into my thigh" I point to the area on my thigh, "Then you press this part down to inject the medicine"

"That sounds intense" He looks worried.

"Yeah, so does dying" I laugh.

He chuckles a little reach over to my thigh and rubs his thumb over my skin. "When did you first find out you were allergic to chocolate?"

"My mama says on my first birthday she fed me a piece of chocolate cake and a few seconds later I was wheezing and breaking out in hives"

"Hmm." he says sounding interested yet I can tell his mind is somewhere else. He reaches over and hits a button, rolling the window up dividing us from Tim.

"Well that's good to know." He removes his hand from my thigh and places both of his hands under my knees and pulls me to him.

"I'm very happy you agreed to stay with me. The things I want to do to you." He is acting like he gave me a choice. His hand moves up the side of my thigh, under my uniform. He slides his hand under my butt and squeezes it.

"Wait. Are you taking me home just to sleep with me? I'm not that kind of girl, Brian" Worry sets in and I'm starting to think I made the wrong choice. I mean why would a rich guy want someone like me? It has to be purely physical.

"You aren't a prostitute or a loose woman, Amber. I'm not treating you as such. I want your company because I like you. However, I'm a man and this uniform does something to me."

My cheeks burn and I bite my lip. "Oh"

Brian nods, placing his hand on my neck making me move my head back. He leans in, kissing and licking the side of my neck, making me moan. Definitely haven't felt this in a long time.

He moans in my ear "Oh, the things I want to do to you. I want you to straddle me right now" He says it more as an order than a request. I move my legs off his lap and climb on top of him, immediately feeling the bulge in his pants.

"Do you feel that, baby?" he whispers as he continues to gently suck on my neck.

I manage to get out a "Mmhmm"

He grips my hair making me look at him. "I want real answers Amber, Yes or No" Gasping softly, I look at wondering what kind of man I'm getting involved with. His grip softens and his hand then finds it's way between my thighs and he brushes his fingers over my ever so wet lady part. I suck in air and close my eyes.

"Now tell me, do you feel it?" He starts rubbing me through my underwear.

I whimper "Yes, I feel it"

"Good girl"

Did he really just say that?

He puts both hands on my face and kisses me hard.

I begin to grind against him. He groans and grips my hair, kissing me harder. I unbutton his shirt and run my fingers down his chest and abs.

"f**k, Amber I want you so badly" he pulls my uniform dress up to my hips and firmly squeezes my butt making me grind harder against him. Oh man, where have my morals gone?

I run my hands through his hair and put my mouth close to his ear. "I'm yours"