Authors: Jordan Silver
The Brit
The Brit
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Jordan Silver
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There he goes again Mr. QQ. That's not his name obviously, but it's what I call him secretly. Every afternoon he comes into the restaurant and sits in my section by the window. All wind blown fuck me hair and those cat green eyes that just had to be fake, or life just isn't fair; and that body. Even under the three thousand dollar suits you can tell he's in great shape.
Today he's deci
ded to kill me once and for all. I went over to fill his water glass and he lifted his sleeve to check the time on his Breitling, and oh mother of pearl there was the tail end of a dragon tattoo peaking out. Well, panties are shot and my heart rate went into orbit.
I must've made some kind of foreign noise because he pick
ed his head up had looked at me. I felt like Bambi caught in the headlights for a good minute.
"What can I get you to drink today sir?"
"What do you always get me to drink Joanna?" His eyes glanced down at the nametag on my left breast.
That Brit accent of his is gonna get him mauled right here at th
is damn table, yes indeedy. No judge in the world would fault me. The man had to be a robot, some sort of scientific experiment. No one was that damn perfect, and if he curled that bottom lip one more time.
"I'm sorry?"
Oh shit did I say that out loud?
"Are you feeling ok today love?"
What did I do to deserve this? Every other time he hardly said two words. Then again, he was always with his assistant who did most of the talking. I wonder where she was today? Not that I missed her presence. She was a cool one if you asked me.
"Oh just fine sir, I'll be right back with your seltzer and lime."
I turned around, and the other girls were just hanging around the waiter station staring at us. I mouthed the words 'so fucking hot', as I walked towards the drink machine.
All the women had what we called twitchy parts for GQ
, though we all knew we would never stand a chance. After all we worked as servers, and though we worked in an upscale locale and made decent tips, we were nowhere near his level. The man left fifty-dollar tips on eighty-dollar checks for heavens sake. So way out of my league.
"It's
Jonathan."
"What?" I'd just returned with his beverage and placed it on the table.
"My name, it's not sir, it's Jonathan, my father is sir." Then he smiled and life as I knew it was over. I could see it now; me old and alone with my million cats, because I'd never stood a chance with the one who stole my heart.
She's the most gorgeous thing this side of the pond and sweet as well, what a combination. I've had my eye on her for a few weeks now, ever since I'd first seen her here. I'd purposely left Melissa at the office today because she was always a bit short with my little Joanna. I say little because she was at least a foot shorter than my six three, and it made me just want to pick her up and do all manner of lascivious things to her hot little body.
She always wore
a sweet smile. Mum always says that's a sure sign of a great disposition. In my world that was a huge plus. I'm only here for a few more weeks at most, just setting up the American offices for my family's business, and then it was back to London. But I wondered if I could interest my little butterfly, as I'd come to think of her in some mattress gymnastics.
JOANNA
He squeezed his lime and my mind left my bo
dy for a second. Those fingers, the things they could do. "Hmmmmmmm." Fuck, that was loud; oh you dirty dog you're enjoying this aren't you sir Jonathan? He smirked at my very unladylike moan; then he licked the lime juice from his fingers, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
He could so get it right now;
just say the word big boy, I'll show you how we do it in the good old US of A.
Joanna
Antoinette Pierce you've lost your damn mind. Just feed this man and be on your damn way.
"So, ahem, what will it be today sir
Jonathan?"
He studied me for a minute without speaking.
"What time is your shift over love?"
Huh, is he asking what I think he is?
"Why you need a tour guide or something, your car broke down and you need a ride, what?"
"I need a ride yes but not the sort you meant just then."
I swallowed
the liquid pooling in my mouth. It would be really embarrassing to choke on my own spit in front of this sexy beast; and what did he mean by that ride shit? Was he hitting on me? can’t be.
"Are you propositioning me?" I tried to make my voice sound in
sulted but it so wasn't working. I sounded more like a bitch in heat. Any second now I was going to start panting.
"That sounds so...crass, no.
I'm asking you for a few hours of your time spent in mutual pleasure if you'd like."
I had t
o take a minute here. I didn't want him to think I was easy, but neither did I want to pass up this opportunity. Oh what a dilemma, what was a good girl to do in this situation? Decisions, decisions. There was no doubt that I wanted to get my hands and teeth and lips, and damn near else everything on him, but what would he think of me after?
"I can see you're in a quandary love
so let me put your mind at ease. I'm not going to think any less of you in the morning any more than you're going to think less of me. I'm attracted to you, you don't think I really like eating this gastronomic nightmare everyday do you? I come for a look at you, it's my daily fix while here in the states. It's good fodder for my solo sessions at night when I'm alone."
Did he just admit to jerking off to images of me in the little short skirt and hig
h heels that made up my uniform? Damn he was a bold fucker; and wasn't that just hot as fuck?
JONATHAN
Why are these yanks so
bloody repressed? I thought they were the go-getters? That's why they fled old England isn't it? But I have yet to see this freedom everybody's always talking about. They're all so...tautly strung if you will. I'm not saying the girl ought to be a bloody slag but it's obvious that the attraction is mutual so what's the big deal? Then again maybe that's my cock talking, maybe I am moving a little fast.
"How about this little one, why don't I take you to dinner and we'll
see where things go from there? At least this way you know up front that I seriously want in your knickers and if you shoot me down no hard feelings...well...something will definitely be hard, but I won't hold it against you." I let my eyes travel up and down her body from her shapely legs, over that ass that I've imagined palming while I stroked her from behind more times than I want to count, around to her apple sized breasts.
"By the way, if we do this you'll be spending the next two weeks under me, I think it'll take that long at least for me to slate my lust for you."
"Four o'clock, my shift ends at four." I couldn't get the words out fast enough; his nostrils flared and a shot of red ran across his cheekbones.
"I'll be back then." He stood and dropped a large bill on the table.
"But you didn't have lunch."
"Can't, I have a pressing matter to take care of." His eyes dropped to the newly formed tent in his pants and my eyes followed.
I swallowed hard and my eyes went wide.
"If that's a sock in there I'm going to be so pissed."
"You'll know soon enough. I hope you're ready, I have a lot of pent up hunger working here."
"I thought you Brits were supposed to be reserved."
"I wasn't born with that gene, I don't believe in playing around, if I want something I take it, I want you so I'll have you, who knows..."
He broke off whatever he was going to say and just ran his finger down my cheek to my lips before turning and walking away.
Oh man I am so giving him a piece; so much for my high moral standards.
Needless to say they were some jealous heifers when I shared my news with a select few
, but that wasn't about to deter me. I'd made up my mind somewhere between the time he'd asked, and the little finger play on my lips, that I was going whole hog. If nothing else I needed to see more of that tattoo of his, for some reason that was my new fascination, men with tattoos, bad boys on bikes. Who knew I was going to find my dream with a high-class business type? And if that bulge in his pants was anything to go by he was packing some serious heat, please, please, please let him know how to use it.
I stayed in a state of heat until fifteen minutes before end of shift.
"Go Jo, I'll watch your last two tables, just have the manager transfer them and I'll save your tip for you, go get ready for your date."
"Thanks Lisa
you sure?"
"Definitely and don't mind those two skanks
, they would've been on him like flies on shit if he'd given them the time of day. They're just jealous he chose you and not them."
She was referring to Nicole and Rachel
, two of our coworkers who had had some rather scathing things to say about our little display earlier, and the fact that I was going out with him later. Lisa was right though, if he'd asked either of them, they would've been all over it.
I cleaned up as best as I could in the employee's bathroom
, trying to get the food smell off of me. I'd worn slim fitting jeans and a nice V-neck cashmere sweater to work with my ballet flats. Not fit for a five star restaurant but not too shabby either.
When I emerged from the restaurant he was leaning back against a black and silver
sports car that looked like sex. He'd taken off his suit jacket and had his shirt unbuttoned. I could just make out some paint under his collar.
I felt my girly bits weep in submission as I drew nearer
, and when he smiled and walked around to get my door, I damn near grabbed his fine ass then and there.
Those fingers of his wrapped around the wheel and the engine purred to life. I felt the vibrations in all the right places, as if I needed any help, I was already twitchy as a cat on a hot tin roof.
"So
, where shall we go lovely Joanna? It's a bit early for dinner yet, have you had lunch?"
He turned those green orbs on me and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from biting his jaw. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, I just knew I was going to become addicted to his bran
d of hotness, and then he'd be gone and I'll be left here to pick up the pieces.
I couldn't stop the flood of tears that came to my eyes as I felt my heart tear just that little bit.
Before I knew what was going on he was pulling into a lot and turning to me.
"What is it love, are you scared?" He reached over and caught an escaped tear while I shook my head.
"No, then what is it?"
How could I share my thoughts with him without sounding like an immature ninny?
"I'm wondering if it's really better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."
There I'd voiced my fears.
For an answer he drew me over into his lap and took my lips in what I'm sure was the hottest kiss ever shared since man learned to walk upright.
He kissed me with his lips and tongue and teeth, he started slow and soft
, until he drew me in, then he went in for the kill. I think I stopped breathing somewhere around the time his hand covered my breast.
"Does that answer your question?" He lifted his head but
I pulled his mouth back to mine; I was nowhere near done with him.
Sweet merciful.
..I felt his rigid heat under my hip and wished there was enough room for me to turn around and have all that heat pressed right where I needed it most.
"Would you think I was a raging slut if I said forget dinner and let's just have each other for dessert?"
I was back in my seat before I knew it, and we were speeding out of the lot.