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Your first night when you were still getting used to fast pace, you were shaking with nerves when the wife of an older man who was hitting on you for the majority of the night called you over.

“This steak is severely undercooked” she explained whilst subjecting you to a harsh side eye.

You sighed looking towards the kitchen that was an active war zone last time you checked. You could hear the commotion emanating from the room each time a busser opened the door.

“I’ll bring it back, and I will get you a fresh one” you sported a fake smile picking up the plate and heading back.

From across the floor you could see the look of disbelief on the face of the maître d  as you made your way back to the kitchen balancing the plate in your palm. 

As you approached the window into the kitchen you could see Aerion artfully adding garnishes and approving dishes for service, his eyebrows knitted flexing his sharp features you watched momentarily focused on his biceps as he worked with his hands. For a second his eyes flickered to yours and he smirked as your eyes quickly averted his, he returned to his work maintaining a smug smile on his face. 

You disrupted his workflow when you set the plate down on the counter that typically hosted fresh dishes. He looked up at you for a second with the assumption that you at least half the brain to know he wanted nothing to do with plate of whatever the fuck you put in front of him.

He attempted to focus back on his work before you proceeded to interrupt again.

“Hey… that lady back there just sent this back, she says it undercooked” you motioned towards the lady who was now lecturing to her husband about what you assumed to be the topic of their failing marriage.

Aerion then slammed his hands on the cold metal counter, drawing your attention and those nearby. His eyes looked up to you, piercing your nervous gaze. His demeanor had gone from zero toa hundred in the matter of seconds. 

“I don’t know if you noticed but the line is fifteen minutes behind, everyone back here is fucking trying to get everything out there as quick as possible.” he motioned to the kitchen that was in chaos of stray “ Yes chef!” “Behind!” and “corner!”

“I just..” you hesitated suddenly feeling intimidated as you saw him growing increasingly irritated 

“You just, What?” his eyebrows rose awaiting your response as he pushed into the counter where his hand rested flexing his biceps.

“Don’t fucking work at a resteraunt if you dont know how to speak up, Everything is going to absolute shit today, dont act like it’s your first day on earth.” He snatched the plate from where you had placed it. Your breath was now hitched as your heart began to beat at a rapid pace. 

He cut into the steak inspecting it meticulously before whispering a rigid “Fuck!”

“Refire Table 6!” he bellowed startling you as you tried to refrain from tears visibly welling in your eyes. 

“Tell that man and his wife to fuck off” you could not tell if he was being serious but it rendered you speechless. As you stood there he took the time to glance at you subtly surveying your soft curves and the places where you work dress plunged displaying your skin. 

He sighed.

“I wasn’t being serious, now can you fuck off now so i can get back work”  you sniffled holding back tears from the emotional whiplash, now you would not say that you were an easy crier, but you definitely were in the habit of people pleasing especially as waitress. 

He went back to his work disregarding your presence and you turned your heel walking off in the opposite direction allowing your tears to slowly escape from your eyes immediately drying them as you entered the floor and were tasked yet again with serving guests.

Only minutes later would Duncan confront Aerion about the outburst

“You know you could've gone easier on that waitress” he pointed out as the rush began to slow down hence Aerion was less irritable.

“Who was that anyway?” He asked, looking forward to trying to sort you out from the rest of the crowd.

“dont know, it’s her first day,” Dunc explained.

“She’s hot.”

You carried on with the shift  as all the anxieties you had anticipated came to pass as you continued to fumble through your shift until the kitchen closed and you could eventually go home.

When the last guest began to leave you took a deep breath planting your fingers in your hair, closing your eyes to reassure yourself that the worst of it was over.

You headed to the back to start gathering your belongings, taking the time to reapply your lipgloss and regroup. 

You suddenly could feel the cold presence of an unknown entity watching, and it was creeping you out. You looked over your shoulder to see him standing there, honestly you were annoyed as he iced you out for doing the exact same thing.

You fully turned around removing your earbuds from your ears. 

“Hello?” you raised your brow awkwardly waiting for him to respond. A constipated look stained his face. 

He sighed letting go of all his hesitations. 

“I’m sorry about earlier… like when I yelled at you.” You cringed at the memory. You shifted on the balls of your feet as he continued to slightly glare at you in between stalled statements. 

“I saved you this.” he handed you a small takeout box and looked away.

You carefully popped the top to see a glassy dessert topped with a single cherry. 

“It’s Almond Ice cream topped with a cherry-port reduction and some dark chocolate, oh, and some basil. People don't usually think of herbs when they think of dessert but it wakes the whole thing up. Uh, enjoy.”

You smiled.

“Thanks.” 

It was only then he made you feel nervous in a way that caused you to press your thighs together, you hadn't realized how observant he was but he noticed that change.

He reached into his pocket removing a small box of parliaments branding with the statement “smoking kills” removing the cigarette from the pack and placing it between his lips. His eyes never left you as he looked over your figure, he said nothing, turning and walking away.

You watch the way his levis hung at his waist and the way his white tee was slightly cropped exposing the band of his Calvin leaving a lingering scent of his perfume. 

That night you went home and delicately planted your finger into your core, motivated by the thoughts of Aerion. You weren't sure how  his vulgarity was able to influence your nerves towards his favour. You thought of him calling you names as he bullied your cunt and it drove you over the edge. 

* 

Now, Tanselle, a server who you had bonded over  hate-watching love island, invited you to eat a staff meal. Your apparent shyness had deterred you from participating in the the meal, you'd rather not have to get to know everyone as it added a sense of permanency to this job that you took while you were trying to figure things out. 

Obviously you were grateful, you were waitressing in the hottest restaurant in the city, giving you a social advantage over all those who coveted a reservation. Nonetheless, this was not exactly what you wanted to do with your life.

With hesitation you promised tanselle that you'd get to the restaurant early and enjoy the staff meal, especially so you could wing women her through flirting with Duncan whom she had taken a liking to.  

It was about 4:00 pm when you walked through the doors of the restaurant, per usual you got there a later than anticipated, you headed towards the patio shifting your work dress that consisted of a tight black crepette dress that ended right above your knees. Your hair was fashioned back into a sleek yet messy updo as demanded by the creative director of the restaurant. 

Aerion watched you as you walked out into the garden adorned by a backdrop of pink peonies and blue hydrangeas, he flexed his jaw as he traced your figure with his eye. You saw Tanselle raise her hand giving you a smile wave and a bright smile.

She had saved you a seat that happened  to be directly across Aerion, who you realized had been intensely gazing at you right up until you looked at him. You paid no mind except allowing your heart to race as you took your seat. You only looked at him for a second and in that time his eyes also met yours, like a collision there was a momentary expulsion of hidden feelings that were later calmed by finding a new object of focus.

“You're always late!” Tanselle greeted you by giving you a delicate side hug.

“Yeah, I refuse to accept that it takes me more than two hours to get ready, but it actually does.”

“Two hours?” Duncan, who was on the other Transelle exclaimed.

Both you and transelle giggled.

You and Tanselle conversed about your current watches which consisted of rewatching Summer house, and starting classic sitcoms. This was until Duncan caught her attention by explaining the recipe for the meal he had made for all the staff. Prior you told Tanselle that she should try to talk to him after she explained to you she was totally crushing on him. As they both fumbled through the conversation you focused on downing your Moscato, unfortunately it seemed that everyone else near you was occupied with other conversations hence you sat quietly.

You swirled the glass in your hand letting the alcohol slowly trickle down your throat simultaneously Aerion light up his cigarette coolly keeping the stick glued to his lips while the lighter burned the tip. He kept his eye on you like he was trying to figure out your fearand inhibitions.

He leaned forward, setting his elbow on the table and resting his palm in his hand.

“Do you always drink like that before work?” he took a drag from his parliament, you smiled.

“It’s barely 9%, plus I serve better with a slight buzz.” you explained leaning forward to accept his challenge to a conversation.

He looked you over as his tongue massaged the side of his mouth.

“You should try drinking more” 

“ And do cigarettes help with your anger issues?” you quipped motioning with your middle and index finger for him to pass the cigarette; it was so intimate when his fingers slightly graced yours, when you took a drag the tobacco burned the back of your throat.

“I don’t have anger issues, I just call people on their bullshit.” You sighed rolling your eyes at his self confidence.

He laughed, flashing his teeth.

“What? It’s true, I’m good at what I do so I tell people how to do it” he had taken the cigarette from you when you had felt his foot nudge your ankle and your face had remained calm and unchanged as he continued.

“You're so full of yourself.”

“You love it I can tell… by the way you look at me.” Your cheeks began to heat up as you had been caught.

“Don’t worry I like you too” your breath hitched as his foot climbed higher now caressing the inside of your thighs unnoticed.

You mind danced around the thought of that meal for the rest of your shift. As you waited tables your eyes always wandered to Aerion in the kitchen, you lingered around the window when picking up dishes just to glance at him and confirm he was real and ‘liked you.’

A couple hours into the dinner service you were relieved for your break, you sneaked back to the bar ordering a white sangria for yourself as a treat. The bartender made haste and handed you a drink, now you could calmly online shop in the alley way as your one reprieve from the stress of work.

When you stepped into the warmly lit alley, you were surprised by Aerion who was unsurprisingly taking a smoke break. The wait staff who frequently took breaks had made the Alley more homely by throwing an antique dining set in the back and subtly decorating, the kitchen rarely had time to take breaks accounting for your original surprise.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone was out there”

“I don't own the Alley” he pulled out the chair and gestured you to sit, you placed your glass on the first while he scotched his chair to face yours inward.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself as he watched you taking slow steps from the parliament. You uncomfortably flashed your eyes towards him back and forth trying to ascertain his game.

“Like the way you smell.” he hunched over, eyeing you intensely in a way that you could only succumb to his presence. You couldn't help but let warmth invade your cheeks, awkwardly fiddling with the wine glass.

“Uh, Thanks.” He scoffed at your humility, he continued to look off into the distance focusing on his other senses. He sighed deeply, taking in your scent one more time.

“Is that like…”  he took a heavy breath and stamped out his cigarette “Orange blossom?”

You ears perk up at his accuracy and what was a minor blush grew into an infectious smile.

“What are you Frangrantica?” it was your turn to force his hand in a smile he tried to deflect by moving his tongue to the pocket of his cheek. 

“I’m sort of like a connoisseur, and yeah I like doomscrolling Frangrantica.”

You nodded feeling intrigued by his first display of personability, often words would be replaced by  brooding looks.

“So food and fragrance that's what gets you going?” 

“You too” your recognition of language recoiled as you were in disbelief of his ardent approach.

He leaned back, stretching and flexing his shoulders, as a way to diminish his previous words. 

“Me?” a feeling that was often rare for you began to burn in your heart as you felt the interaction begin to intensify.

“Dont act surprised”

“What do you mean don't act surprised, you give me shit every shift, I assumed you hated me”

“I don't hate you, that's just how I talk when I'm working.I like the way you walk, I like how you tie your hair up in that way it’s not like a bun but also not a ponytail, the way your lips look wet because of your lipgloss. It’s all in the details.”

You were momentarily stunned because of your lacklustre experience with previous men, it was hard to imagine someone could notice the things you thought only you paid attention to. Oftentimes men had trouble remembering key things such as where your clit was. 

He knew that your iridescent Fenty lipgloss was favourite because it brought attention to your lips one of your favourite features, he noticed how you artfully fixed your hair into a french roll. You could feel the blood be pumped directly by your racing heart. 

He saw the vulnerable state your heart was in and took advantage of it by taking a hold of your jaw and guiding it to his lips, once you lips caught yours in a dance his hands slid down resting on top of your hips holding you flush to the chair so you wouldn't move as he edged closer to you. This war finally subsided when you took the initiative to straddle him where he was seated. 

The background of the city began to melt away as his erection grew under you. Only when he pulled away did you realize the gauche display you were putting on. Immediately you un comfortably shifted off of him.

“meet me after you're done” without any elaboration he was gone.

You were stunned by the interaction tracing  your fingers over your  lips trying to understand what just happened whilst also trying to ignore the growing buzz between your legs.

The rest of your shift you tried to avert your eyes from your kitchen just so you wouldn’t go crazy.

As you packed up your things you organized your thoughts trying to anticipate your next interaction with Aerion. Your awaited line cook popped his head into the lounge area, you looked over flaunting your best poker face as Transelle and a couple of the others were still there. Without drawing much attention he motioned his head signalling for you to follow him. You followed quickly at a speed that was embarrassing.

Once you were out of the sight of the prying staff, he clutched your hand pulling you into the washroom. Classic, you had originally despised the idea of fucking anyone in a bathroom. Yet for him you had a miniscule feeling that he could lead you to the ends of the earth without a fight. 

“I’m going to have to give you one out of ten for the location.” you clarified as he planted kisses on your exposed neck.

“Dont see anything wrong… it’s private, and plus it won't matter when I bend you over the sink.” he jutted out between kisses or rather between hickies.

“Bending me over? Nice try but not in here, it's a public washroom.” you laugh  as he continues to adore your neck with his mouth. It felt like he was trying his best to get a taste you finding out what your profile was, what wine would be the best to drink in your essence.

That care he applied was then replaced by him bringing the attention to your lips, something as juvenile as making out had never felt so hot as he carried you over to the sink and placed you onto the edge. You dress began to hitch up as he brought himself closer to you, slotting himself between your legs, his strong arms warped around holding you flush to him in the hopes that your clothed pussy would rub onto his erection for some kind of release.

“Feel like you've been teasing me since the day you got here”

To his surprise your arms that were originally resting on his shoulder wrapped up like his own soft little koala bear were now hands on his shoulder applying pressure signalling for him to go down. Without hesitation he fell down to his knees.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to eat you out?” he smirked as his violet eyes pierced into you wanting to see your desire. 

“You think I'm here because you have an upstanding moral character?”

“Of course not. But I am gonna make you regret it.” He then hooked his fingers around the band of your panties and began to pull them slowly teasing you as you waited for bliss.

As soon as your panties were stuffed into his back pocket, his tongue found your clit and began to lick the soft bud immediately aiming for overstimulation, and just as you fell into the rhythm of sweet pleasure he began to tongue your hole.

“Go back up” you murmured softly as you arousal was only just beginning to build up, thankfully he wasn't argumentative and moved towards a more animalistic approach to licking your cunt. His tongue felt like it was everywhere at once and his nose nudged at your clit. You stifled your  moans, pressing your lips together. Aerion, however, grew irritated with your silence and took at a signal to hook his arms underneath your thighs and pull you flush to his mouth and to his liking you let go, allowing yourself to moan out loud.

He continued to work you over and as you  could feel your orgasm begin to take over. You braced yourself, placing your hand against the wall , and the euphoric moment hit you for 30 seconds. The warmest hug engulfed your senses and you thought you might die. 

“You taste so damn good.” He complimented while making a show of himself licking his lips clean.

He removed himself from his knees and you got back on your feet, shimming your dress down. As he began to unbuckle his pants, you stopped him placing a hand upon his chest.

“I’m not fucking you in a public bathroom.” 

His brows furrowed as his erection grew uncomfortably.

“Okay… if not here then where?” You giggled; he sounded like some desperate teenage boy.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Done, I know a good spot, it's open late.”

You never doubted Aerion when he said he knew a spot. But you thought you’d be cozy in bed by now. But you were seated in a dimly lit diner 5 blocks away from the restaurant sharing a slice of cherry pie with Aerion.

You studied Aerion’s features as he talked about his childhood, reminiscing about fishing trips.

“When did you move to the city?” He asked softly, retreating his fork to the table.

“Uh, when I was 18 for school.”

“Figures, you have that energy.”

“What energy” you question floating your brow inquisitively.

“Moved to the city with a dream and now waiting tables as you wait for it to happen” his surmise caused you to fully laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I moved here with lots of dreams. After a year I didn’t care for it. I graduated this past spring with intentions of going back home, but it felt like I was doing the opposite of what younger me wanted so I stayed.”

He listened intensely. It was what made you so drawn to him — his attention soothed you.

“What would you even do back home?”

“A job I like enough, marry a guy in a trade, get married and have kids.”

“Is that you want?”

“Doesn’t sound awful.” You shrugged, claiming the last bit of the pie.”

“Agree to disagree because that does sound awful.” He smiles but you roll your eyes to fake your distaste for him.

His hand warps itself around you, the hand you rested on the table and begins to run circles over your skin.

“Come home with me?”

“Okay”

*

His apartment was unexpectedly sleek and nice, you expected an uncurated space riddled by musty roommates.

The walls were blank with the occurrence of well hung art adorning the white wall. The scent of santal carried itself through the open concept,  you tried memorizing the appearance as he dragged you towards his bedroom.

The room boasted a soft atmosphere with dim lighting and minimalist furniture. You initially walked in behind Aerion; you stood awkwardly when he moved behind you cutting the lights off. You could feel a weight lift off your shoulders as the darkness enveloped you. You were no longer constrained by thoughts concerning perception.

You momentarily feigned to know what was his thought process behind the action. There was something juvenile about sex in the dark.

Aerion then came from behind resting his face in the crook of yours, drawing in your scent deeply. He sprinkled light kisses all upon your neck. This gentleness was then overcome by his hand gripping onto your hips urging you to move forward.

You fell onto all fours on his mattress. Without the sensation of sight you crawled forward on the bed. Evading his eagerness and allowing yourself to undress fully. As you slipped your dress you could hear the rustle of him removing his clothes as well.

You lied on your back as waited for him to come to you. His shadow stalks upon placing himself between your thighs. His hands cupped you face and he kissed you. In this moment he was gentler than you had hoped, his shirt temper had invigorated lustful dreams of him being tough with you. But the burn of nerves you felt in your tummy kept the dream alive. While he slowly took his cock in his hand and teased your entrance tapping the head of your clit.

“You don’t need to knock to enter” you mewled as he delayed your satisfaction.

You could feel his crooked smile grow across his lips. He shoved his cock into you and you both gasped at the new sensation. He spent no time getting his bearings before he stated to fuck into you. He kept his chest pressed on top of you and his lips never left yours. He stroked deeper inside petting a spot very few had reached. 

You both felt the warmth and pleasure with your eyes wide shut as you relied on the contours of your bodies and the feeling of sleek sweat to visualize each other.

He artfully sneaked his hand onto your clit rubbing circles. Your moans overtook him as you threw your head back into the plush pillow, seizing the opportunity to press his lips along your exposed. His thumb continued to work you over as your orgasm fought to take over your senses.

“Tell me you're almost there?” He whined as he could feel his composure to collapse.

His approaching climax was signalled by his cock twitching inside of you. You couldn't help it though you were overcome with emotions you felt the sense of  missing factor from that day. When you realized you had forgotten to take your birth control that evening.

You clutched his shoulder tapping multiple times.

“pull out” you groaned feeling overwhelmed by everything. His brows furrowed as his mind wandered to the abandoned condoms inside the drawer of his nightstand.

“Fuck.. Sorry” He murmured his apology in your ear like a prayer.

“I’ll pull out but you're gonna have to finish for me, Okay?” 

You nodded along with his command, losing your sense of control as his lips nipped at your neck. Then, Aerion interlocked his finger into yours, guiding your hand to your sensitive bud.

“You touch yourself the way you like, teach me.” he begged for your orgasm as he tried his best to hold himself back and refrain from finishing early.

You clenched around him as your orgasm moved from your toes up dissipating all over your body. Your euphoria was quickly replaced by a feeling of emptiness as he removed himself from you. 

Wrapping his hand around his cock jerking himself off until he finished all over your stomach. You felt like you were breaking all your self imposed regulations as he smeared his sticky release all over you. Typically you would have felt disgust as he leaned over you panting leaving you a mess; but the chaos fuelled your disembodied sense of self and you felt alive. 

It was not long before he grabbed a warm wet towel and wiped over where he had come over you. You only watched through your eyelashes as you still felt dazed.

“Are you hungry, I could make something” he offered whilst handing you a T-shirt already under the assumption you would stay over. 

“Do you do anything other than cook?” you asked, refusing the shirt for a bit and turning to where he stood already dressed in low hanging sweats. 

His eyes glanced over naked body as he searched for something to say, but he had nothing.

you then filled the silence