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Chapter 2:
“Hey baby, can I get you on a plate, so that I can eat you up?” I heard as I felt a hand slap my ass lightly.
What the fuc.k? Do dirty old men really think that comments like that are going to get them anywhere?
“I’m sorry sweetie, but this restaurant doesn’t serve me,” I said, as I turned towards the man, plastering an extremely fake smile onto my face, “But the food here is much better than me anyway.”
“I find that hard to believe,” the man said, flashing me a disgusting grin. Gross…
“Take my word for it,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. Hey… being nice to the dirty old men gets me good tips…
I knew I only had a few more hours left until I’d be free from this hell hole, so as usual, I would tough it out until then. I finished up with my tables, continuing to flirt my way to excellent tips, and clocked out.
I was kicking myself the entire walk home though, because no matter how hard I tried to stop it, all I could think about was the fuc.king sexy guy I had seen in the restaurant earlier. He lives across the alleyway from me, and I know he’s been watching me, which is exactly why I’ve been keeping my curtain open since he moved in. And then he followed me to work today, which although it’s pretty stalkerish, I don’t really care because the guy is fuc.king hot!
Why am I kicking myself for thinking about him though? He’s definitely not my type… that’s why. I have a reputation to uphold, and having dirty thoughts about a pretty boy like him just aren’t appropriate. I like badass guys… and he is most definitely not badass. He wears polos and skinny jeans… yet I still find him to be pretty much the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. What the hell is wrong with me?
Once I got back to my apartment, I headed straight for my bedroom. I pulled the curtains to the balcony back ever so slightly so that I could look across the alley. I smiled when I spotted him still unpacking boxes. I loved to watch him just as much as he loves to watch me.
He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. The guy has an amazing ass, that’s for sure. Sweet cheeks… that’s what he has…
I practically purred as I watched his arm and back muscles flex when he would lift a particularly heavy box. There is no denying that sweet cheeks is one fine piece of man. I adore everything about him. His strong arms, broad shoulders, curly hair (which usually isn’t my thing… but on him it looks amazing), his perfect face. I was beginning to think that maybe I didn’t give a fuc.k about my reputation anymore. I mean… I could just walk over to his apartment right now… have my way with him… and no one would even know. That would be amazing…
He must be a musician. He iss constantly playing his guitar, using his amazing fingers to strum expertly at the strings. I let out a low moan, imagining his fingers running across my bare skin. He looks vaguely familiar though… like I’ve seen him somewhere, and it makes me wonder if he’s actually a famous musician. With those looks he certainly could be famous…
I pulled the curtains open the rest of the way, and leaned against the glass, waiting for sweet cheeks to notice me. I saw him glance towards the window, and then do a double take when he realized I was staring right at him.
His jaw dropped slightly, as he walked towards his balcony. He grabbed the handle of his door, and slid it open. He began to step out onto the balcony, but I stood my ground, and kept the door closed. I was really enjoying this little game we were playing… and why ruin it by opening the door?
Sweet cheeks frowned and stepped back into his apartment, closing the door again. I smiled and lifted my hand to wave at him. He waved back, a smirk gracing his lips. I pressed my fingers to my lips and sexily blew him a kiss. He smiled and quickly reached up, pretending to snatch the imaginary kiss from the air, before sliding it into his pocket. I couldn’t help but giggle. (Since when do I fuc.king giggle?!) Why does he have to be so cute? (Also, since when the fuc.k have I started becoming attracted to cute guys… well he is a cute sexy guy… that counts for something.)
I winked at him before pushing away from the glass, and walking over to my CD played. The amazing sounds of No Doubt filled my room, as my hips began to move to the beat. I sang the words at the top of my lungs. I definitely couldn’t sing… but who gives a fuc.k? No one’s listening…
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol’ me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh Gwen Stefani… how I love you. If I was into girls… and she wasn’t married… I’d totally tap that. I moved to face sweet cheeks, my body continuing to move to the music. He was watching me intently as I slowly unbuttoned my top. I smirked at him as I slid it off my shoulders, allowing the thin material to fall to the floor. I moved towards the balcony again, as I saw him lick his lips slightly.
“Dance,” I mouthed, my palms against the glass as I swayed my hips back and forth.
He shook his head slowly, before mouthing, “I can’t.”
Ugh… fuc.king typical guy. Thinks he can’t dance. I don’t give a shi.t if he can’t dance… I just want to see that rocking body of his move. I frowned slightly and pushed off of the glass again. I slid my hands down my sides, and grabbed the waistband of my skirt, before sliding it down my legs. I could see sweet cheeks visibly gulp as I stood in my underwear. I reached up to unclip my hair, and gently shook my head, allowing my long hair to cascade around me.
I moved closer to the doors again, and pointed at him. He looked down at himself confusedly, and looked back at me, tugging on his t-shirt while coc.king an eyebrow. I nodded with a smile.
“Take it off,” I mouthed. Because why is it that I always have to put on the show, but never get anything in return?
He blushed slightly and hesitated. Aw… he’s shy… that’s cute. I winked at him, and a confident smirk fell across his lips. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and slowly slid it over his head. Holy fuc.k.
I almost started drooling. He’s even hotter than I thought he was. I let out a low moan as I took in the sight of all his perfect muscles, from his toned arms, to his perfect chest, to his defined abdomen, and that perfect v. God how I wanted to let my hands explore all of that. He could obviously read the look on my face clearly, because he was grinning smugly at me.
I pulled my eyes from the fine piece of man across the alley from me, and turned around. I walked towards the light switch on the wall, and with my back turned towards sweet cheeks, I reached back to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I flashed a sexy smile over my shoulder at him, to see him looking at me in complete shock. I winked at him one last time, and quickly flipped off the lights.
I don’t actually sleep half naked, but there’s no reason why I can’t let him think that. I maneuvered around in the dark, pulling an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts out of my dresser. I slipped them on, and closed the curtains and turned off my CD player. I climbed into bed, and my head was immediately filled with visions off all the things I’d love to do to that sexy man.
“Holy shi.t…” I sighed to myself, “I have to have him.”
Sweet cheeks was definitely my new conquest. And it shouldn’t be very hard to get him… because he is definitely interested in me. Unless of course he turns out to be some saintly guy who’s saving himself until marriage. Psh… yeah right… with a body like that, there is no way that guy is still a virgin.
