Page 76 of Time for Change

I take the glasses to the dirty bin, stop by another table and collect their empties, and deliver a tray of food to another table. What I don’t do is risk a glance back at Jack and his family for fear everyone in the room will see how much he affects me. I mean, I’m sure there are people who know about us. He did kiss me in the middle of the restaurant on Monday, but it’s not likewe’re trying to advertise it in front of his kids. I’m certain anyone who really studied me could see the flushed cheeks, the way I keep clenching my legs together, and the hardness of my nipples anytime I’m near his table.

Yeah, the sexy man definitely affects me.

I stop by their empty table and finish cleaning it off. The busboy joins me, wiping down the table quickly, while I take the black folder up to the computer to finalize the sale. I pull the slip out and gasp when I see the amount.

He left me a fifty-dollar tip.

I can’t believe he tipped so much. Twenty percent should have been twelve dollars, not fifty.

Just then, my phone vibrates. I slip it out and take a quick peek at the screen.

Jack:Thank you for the best service.

Me:The tip is too much.

Jack:Nope. You deserve it. The incredible woman I’m seeing works her ass off at her job, plus goes to school.

Me:Well, thank you. But it feels like you’re buying me a little bit.

Jack:Like for forthcoming sexual favors? Hmmm, I didn’t think of that, but I can get on board with it. Shall we discuss it later? I’ll make a list of preferred favors.

I giggle-snort loudly, trying to hide my reaction behind my hand.

Me:You’re too much.

Then, I opt to tell him what’s worrying me.

Me:I think Gianna knows.

Jack:What?

Me:About us.

Jack:No way. She hasn’t said a thing, and believe me, she would have a comment if something was bothering her.

Me:I don’t know, Jack. It was the way she kept looking at me. She caught us staring at each other a few times.

Jack:Maybe, but I’m sure she didn’t pick up on the fact I want to get you naked and riding my cock as soon as I can Tuesday. She’s nine.

I’m not as relieved as I should be, considering he doesn’t feel like his daughter picked up on the sexual tension surrounding us tonight. Instead, the bubbles of worry seem to only grow bigger in my gut. But now isn’t the time to fret about it. I still have a couple hours of work left, and he needs to focus on his kids.

Jack:I’ll let you get back to work. Shoot me a text when you get home.

Me:Sounds good.

Jack:Oh, and Stevie?

Me:Yes?

Jack:I’ll have my list… *insert smirky face emoji*

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jack

We’re just finishing up grocery shopping on Saturday morning when my phone rings. It’s not a number programmed into my phone, but since my cell phone is a number listed for our business in case of emergencies, I don’t have the luxury of not answering.

“Hello?” I ask, propping my phone between my shoulder and ear as I grab the last of the grocery bags from the bed of my truck and carry them inside.

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