Like a hot day in hell
1106 Words
*Saige*
“Uhm hi … Milo”. That was his name right ? Yeah, he doesn’t seem offended.
My eyes run over him, is he really as handsome as my memory tells me ? Okay, so here in more light, wearing jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt the answer is no he doesn’t … He looks out of this world stunning, like seriously I did not know they build men like this in real life.
“I am so happy to see you Saige, I have been looking for you”. He says reaching for my hand.
I instantly step back, way to be creepy, so apparently he is still a weirdo even without the dress.
I look at his friends, all tall, well-built and handsome men, but still levels below him. And right now all looking at me, curiously, expectantly.
“Sorry I … I have to go”. I back up, feeling a need to get away. “I will send another waitress to help you”.
“Wait … Saige”. He steps forward, worry in his eyes.
I walk backwards faster. “Sorry, I am very busy … I will send help”.
When he stops, I turn and almost run out into the kitchen, only stopping shortly to send one of the young waitresses to go help the men.
Leaning against the wall I breathe in deeply. What is he doing here ? And why has he been looking for me ? Can he be sent by Kieran ? But Kieran is in jail … and this guy doesn’t seem aggressive, just weird.
I peek out through a c***k in the door, telling myself I just want to make sure the guests are getting taken care of.
Oh yes they are. Brielle, the girl I send to the table, is definitely flirting with Milo, smiling and flicking her long blonde hair. Apparently she finds him handsome too, but she should not act like such a little floozy with the customers.
“Who are we spying on ?” Morgan's voice is suddenly beside me.
“f**k !” I let out a little half scream and almost jumped. “You scared me”.
She grins at me. “Well if you were less busy spying on … who are we spying on ?”
“Not spying”. I mumble. “Do you remember the guy I told you about last night, the one wearing a dress ?”
“Yeah, hard story to forget”. She giggles, but then she cuts herself off. “Wait, is he here ? Where ?”
I close my eyes for a second. “It’s the guy Brielle is flirting with, the tall guy in the white t-shirt”.
She leans forward and looks out. “The one Brielle is … holy f**k, why didn’t you say the guy is hot as a warm day in hell”.
“Uhm, he was wearing a dress … with flowers”. I point out to her.
“That man could wear a garbage bag and still look good”. She turns her head, biting her lip. “But why are you hiding from him ?”
I make a small motion, mostly because I am not sure if I should shrug or shake my head or something else. “He recognised me … he said he was looking for me”.
“Girl … why hide ? The man is gorgeous and he was looking for you”. She grins. “Seems like you made an impression, and he is not wearing a dress today … honestly, a guy like him, if he wanted to borrow my dresses sometimes … I could share”.
I groan. “Morgan … He was looking for me !”
“Yeah you said that”. She looks slightly confused.
“Maybe Kieran sent him … I mean why else would a man like him be looking for me ?” I lean past her, looking out again.
She blinks. “So a hot guy shows interest and you assume he has to be … an assassin or ? Maybe the man knows quality when he sees it and wants to ask you out”.
“Look at him”. I make a motion with my hand toward the door. “The guy is a freaking elleven on a scale from one to ten … and that is even wearing a dress”.
“Yeah”. She looks at me, like she is not getting what I am saying. “So what ? Insanely hot people deserve love too, you know”.
I indicate myself. “Seriously ? I mean I am pretty happy with who I am, but … a man like him would never be interested in a woman like me”.
She c***s her head slightly. “Why not ? I think you are beautiful”.
“You are my friend … and a woman, it doesn’t count”. I tell her. “He is clearly younger than me, he is in great shape, I am overweight, with red hair and freckles, my boobs are not as perky as they used to be and I have loose skin and stretch marks on my stomach … yeah it is more likely that he wants to kill me than him wanting to date me”.
“So what … Maybe you are not some skinny eighteen year old with a thigh gap and six-pack, but you have so much more to offer … also you have great boobs”.
I shake my head. “No, I have a great bra … there is a difference”.
“You want me to go ask him why he is looking for you ?” She looks out the door again. “And introduce myself damn his friends are not bad either … How come I never saw those guys before ? I mean I would remember men like that”.
I shake my head even harder, hearing the panic in my own voice. “No, definitely do not go ask him”.
“Okay”. She sighs. Then suddenly she opens the door, walking into the saloon. “Actually nah, I changed my mind. I guess I am too curious. I will introduce myself and have a chat”.
And with that she strides across the floor towards him.
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