Second Hand Waitress

Tesah’s self-control had completely vanished, and before he knew it, he had lost control right there at his desk—something that had never happened before. His office had always been strictly professional place. No personal complications had ever dared intrude in here before. Now he would never again look at his desk without picturing her bent over it, legs spread, skirt up over her back and adorable little panties down around her knees. He groaned again and stared down at his ridiculously keen cock, which once again stood at attention, begging for more.

"This won't happen again," he said aloud.

Telling Kira to find a new assistant by the end of the day was nearly impossible, given how picky he was. But honestly, anyone would be better than her right now. He just didn’t trust himself to stay away if she kept working so close to him. He knew this attraction would fade if he just gave it time. Kira wasn’t some one-of-a-kind temptation—she was just there, he was attracted to her, and they were great together physically. But when it came to talking? That was another story.

But it was over now. Time to move forward.

Kira managed to find Tesah’s "older, boring, and competent" assistant well before the end of the day. Claudia was a sharp-minded, middle-aged woman with high standards. Kira convinced her to switch from her stable job as the accounts manager’s assistant with a little help from a secret weapon—the promise of an introduction to Peter Whitman, a lifelong bachelor she seemed to have an interest in. Once Claudia was on board, everything else fell into place. She found someone to take her old job, handled her current boss with ease (who, to be honest, seemed a bit scared of her), and was ready to meet Tesah.

However, Tesah was nowhere to be found for the rest of the day. He had left the office right after their reckless encounter that morning and hadn’t come back. His phone went straight to voicemail, and he ignored all her messages. By the time the workday ended, Kira simply left him a short note explaining everything about Claudia’s transfer.

After one last look around to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind, she shut down her computer, grabbed her things, and walked out—without a single regret.

"Tesah, my man, you’ve been hard to reach. I figured you’ve been busy since your Medina trip last month."

Tesah frowned slightly, keeping the phone to his ear, relieved that his friend couldn’t see the guilt on his face. Being "busy" wasn’t exactly the reason he had been avoiding people.

"Lexi, good to hear from you. I was just thinking about you." It wasn’t a lie. He had been wondering if Kira had mentioned anything to Lexi about what had happened between them. In truth, he had hesitated to reach out, worried that his friend might be distant or cold toward him. And that thought had bothered him more than he cared to admit. He valued Lexi’s friendship. They came from very different worlds, but their bond had been solid since college.

Back then, when Tesah was new to the country, most of the so-called friends he made had quickly started asking for loans or expecting him to pay for everything once they realized his family was wealthy. If it weren’t for Lexi’s steady, no-strings-attached friendship, Tesah probably would have shut himself off from people altogether.

"Oh yeah? Were you thinking about the beer you owe me?" Lexi asked, laughing.

Tesah frowned. "Beer?"

"Basketball game, two months ago? You lost the bet, remember?"

"You were actually serious about that? I know nothing about basketball—I never even had a chance to win that bet, and you knew it." Tesah chuckled, genuinely amused and relieved that things between them still felt normal.

"That’s on you," Lexi said smugly. "But you shouldn’t have taken the bet if you weren’t confident. Anyway, come over for dinner tonight. We’ll watch the La Liga game after. Barcelona vs. Real Madrid. You bring the beer."

"Becky cooking?" Tesah asked, referring to Lexi’s fiancée, who was an amazing cook.

"Yep."

"Then it’s a deal." A night of football, good food, beer, and great company? Tesah couldn’t think of a better way to spend his evening.

Meanwhile, Kira had made an unplanned stop at her cousin’s house. She sat at the kitchen table, watching Becky expertly chop onions and peppers as she prepared dinner.

"So, how’s life in HR?" Becky asked without looking up.

"It’s only been a month, but I actually like it. I’m learning a lot," Kira admitted. She had dropped by, hoping for an invitation to dinner. Lately, she had been feeling a little off, and she figured some of Becky’s home-cooked food might help her feel better.