Page 143 of Driftwood Daffodil

Why did he keep wagging his finger at me? What was ,I two?

“I’m going to find out, Nova.”

“There’s nothing to find out,” I said while continuing to wipe down the counter.

Memphis sat up straight on the stool and crossed his arms. “See, now I know something happened.”

No he didn’t.

“You’re actually working.”

Damnit. Foiled by my own productivity.

I stopped and pondered my options. Should I stick to my original story, or…

“I’m not dropping this,” Memphis cocked a brow to reaffirm his statement.

I could turn this around on him.

“Okay genius,” I dropped the cloth on the counter and turned to face him. “Why don’t you tell me what happened? Did Gio Mancini hold me down and spanked me then rubbed his dick up against my thigh?”

There was a second of silence where all I could hear was my own heart pounding, while I thought about how far I’d have to move in order to avoid the follow up questions he’d have. I heardUruguay was nice this time of year. Thankfully I didn’t have to figure out where exactly that country was because Memphis burst out laughing and keeled over.

“That’s a good one.”

“Right?”Phew.

“Gio Mancini spanking you,” his palm slapped down on the counter between chuckles. “Can you imagine?”

Actually I could.

“I mean look at you, and look at him.”

What was wrong with me? So I didn’t have an abundance of cleavage, and I couldn’t reach the top shelf without using Knox’s stool. But I had good hips and okay hair, when I did something with it.

“He’s at least a ten and you’re what… a seven on a good day.”

Hey now.

“I could be a seven and a half.” I muttered.

With make up I could get that up to seven and three quarters.

When I thought Memphis was finally done, he took one look at me and started laughing again. “Gio could have any girl he wanted, but he chose to spank you.”

“Alright Chuckles, calm down.”Geeze.“It wasn’t that funny.”

My best friend’s amusement didn’t calm down. It picked up to the point that he was snorting. Great.

Sighing, I looked around at the empty booths and tables wishing for once that I had a customer. I’d hit a new low.

Gio Mancini made me resort to wanting to serve someone. I could always occupy myself with filling up the napkin dispensers. Trixie – the other waitress – had a bug up her ass about the napkins, and she would be here in about fifteen minutes. Then I got to go with Memphis to Chuck’s basketball game. I didn’t know what activity I was more excited for.

I looked over at Memphis as he swept the tears off his face and snorted out another snicker, then set about refilling thedispensers. Or at least making them look full. A handful of sugar packets behind one single napkin was very deceiving. By the time I was on the last one Memphis had finally quieted down.

“Trixie’s going to kill you.”

“One can only hope,” I sang as the bell above the door chimed.

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