Page 20 of Capacity
“I’ll have those cookies for you tomorrow.”
“You knew I was going to ask, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“I knew you would, that’s why I stood here like that.” Ms. Foster reached over and patted him on the back then told him goodnight. I saluted the custodian and said goodbye before heading out behind Ms. Foster. I hung back for a few moments watching the melodic sway of those full hips and the stride of those shapely legs.
Good lord, Ms. Foster…
My dick threatened to stiffen at the sight of her body but I willed it to behave. How desperate was I getting hard over watching a woman walk to her car? I slid my fingers through my hair and made my way across the parking lot.
“You wanna ride with me? Save you some gas,” I offered. Ms. Foster looked at me over her shoulder and a small smile brightened her face. It still wasn’t enough. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I saw her full smile. Until then it was like looking at the Mona Lisa by the light of fireflies.
“I guess that would be smart.” I saw the hesitation in her eyes but she still got in the car with me. My palms were slick against the steering wheel as I pulled off.
“I appreciate you coming with me for a quick celebration.”
“No problem. I think we should celebrate the little victories. It gives us power to push towards the bigger ones.”
“You’re right about that. With that being said, I think we should celebrate your small victory too.”
“Mine?” She chuckled with her hand pressed to her chest. “I’m not the superstar who’s stayed sober for a month.”
“You’ve been at Lakeview for a month. It’s cause for celebration.”
“Nope.” She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. “This is your victory. I refuse to take it.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.” I noticed the way her chin jutted out subtly and it made me laugh a little. She was stubborn. Noted.
When we walked into the shop, Ms. Foster didn’t waste any time filling her cup with strawberry cheesecake frozen yogurt and graham cracker chunks. She added strawberries and strawberry syrup for an extra touch. I got chocolate yogurt with caramel syrup and mini marshmallows.
When we sat down at a table tucked away in the corner of the brightly lit shop, Ms. Foster laughed at me. “Chocolate, caramel, and marshmallows?” She lifted her arched eyebrow and I cracked a smile.
“It’s like getting a caramel hot chocolate but frozen,” I reasoned.
“Okay, I get that. I’m gonna have to try it out one day.”
“You can have some of mine.” I offered it to her fully expecting her to push it right back at me but she didn’t. She looked at the cup of chocolate frozen yogurt and contemplated it.
“I’ll try a spoonful.” I watched greedily as she cleaned her plastic spoon with plush lips and tried not to seem too obvious. I couldn’t get enough of staring at those lips though. They were so fucking full. They begged to be sucked on one at a time. They begged to be bitten and teased.
The air thickened like a force field blocking out anything that wasn’t us. I made no attempt to hide the way I watched her spoon dip into my yogurt. She did it so slowly, only dipping the tip in before scooping up a mini marshmallow and a ribbon of caramel. The silky way it piled on her pink tongue made my cock ache.
Shit.
“How is it?” I quizzed. My voice was low and hungry. Her eyes fell shut and she rolled her plump lips between her teeth. A husky satiated moan rolled from her throat and tugged at my core. I couldn’t ignore the primal fire that ignited inside of me.
I shifted in my seat and discreetly adjusted my semi-hard dick. I tried my best to keep my professional mask in place but it was hard as fuck. Ms. Foster was so sexy. I’d be a fool not to notice.
“It’s delicious.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me. It was only a half-smile but I was still in awe.
“See, not so bad.” Our stares tangled. Heat popped and sizzled in the air. I shifted in my seat again, grateful that she couldn’t see what was happening under the table. I covered my embarrassment with a laugh and a change of topic. Anything to make my dick go down.
“So how’s Lakeview been treating you? I hope you’re enjoying your job.”
“It’s perfect. I love the change of pace. It actually feels good to work again. It takes my mind off things.”
“Things like what?”
