He’s here again.
The hot guy from Las Vegas.I spotted him easily in his booth in the bar. He was always in that shadowed corner, barely a part of the place and yet, always observing. He didn’t look creepy. Far from it! He had this kind of face… too handsome. Deep-set eyes, dark irises, elegant eyebrows, passionate lips. Somber, earnest… piercing look. He had been here a few nights already and the first time in, he was with a crowd. I didn’t know why he made me feel both nervous and excited – he wasn’t the only handsome, hot guy that ever came in. I had worked here for a while. My co-workers did say he was hot and sexy. He was. And unapproachable, really. He charmed with a smile, but no. No more additional drink. “No, I don’t need company,” was what I heard him say to a regular. I’d seen women giving him their numbers, but he always handed it back. Not interested. Food was great according to him, and he’d leave a big tip every time. He was one more customer that made working hours better for us here. Exciting.I didn’t like being affected this way, by the way. But I couldn’t help noticing him. This was the fifth night he was here and alone, didn’t want to be bothered. He had been approached many times. Every time, the approacher left alone.His name was Bain. Bain first came to the bar a week ago with a group of gorgeous-looking guys, obviously from affluent backgrounds with the way they dressed and talked. Little snobbish. Smooth. And the air that said nobody had to tell them they were better than cool. Not that I thought they weren’t. They were.But Bain, with an over-all impression of magnetism and mystery, somehow stood out. He barely talked amid his raunchy companions. His moody eyes surveyed his surroundings, but not as if he was bored. More like he was looking for something. Piercing dark eyes… the first time they found me, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. He caught me staring, curious about him, wondering why he felt different. It was weird and embarrassing. So I avoided looking his way since then. I didn’t want to get caught in the grip of that stare again.One of my co-workers said they were attending an annual international business convention in the Grand Hyatt. I couldn’t see why they chose this bar over all the other excellent bars in and near Times Square. Trying to get a taste of everything, probably. Like other tourists do.The very next night, Bain was back alone. He must have liked our place. Had dinner, and a drink, and then left. The next night, he ordered the lobster rolls twice. There was always a plate of fries with blue cheese and scallions on his table with his drink. He asked a waitress to give his compliments to the cook for his mean spicy bites which were the main attraction of Sizzling Strip. That was how we learned his name, it was because Lucy asked. He was quiet but friendly. Most importantly, he’d been leaving generous tips those two nights with a very appreciative air. We kind of started to like him. How could we not?! He smiled at me when I brought his drinks to his table. I smiled back like he was any other customer and went about my duties, not minding—or pretending not to—whenever I find his eyes following me.Last night, he asked politely if I could stay. We could chat with customers in between booth rounds. Mr. Beef down on the front entrance always had his paternal, glittering green eyes watching out for the girls all the time. So I sat at the opposite side of the table. Given he had been a good customer so far, it wasn’t hard to accommodate his request.Like I could resist.He’s such a sight for sore eyes, more so up close. I guess that’s why I didn’t even want to think of him. Some people were meant for just an arm’s length’s reach because they were that potent, you know. And he was that potent.He’ll leave the city any day, I told myself last night. It’s just going to be for tonight.But that close, I saw that I didn’t just imagine how penetrating those dark eyes could be. Like they could see right to someone’s soul. I thought it would be easier for me when I was finally near enough I could almost see his pores. I was wrong.He looked more real than a dream house. And he was, in fact, very… very handsome.“How long have you been working here?” he asked in the same polite but curious tone.“Eight months,” I replied.He inclined his head. “You like the work?”“You doing some paperwork about secret lives of waitresses?” I asked before I could stop myself.He smiled again. His face went a little red. “No. Just making small talk.”Do serial killers blush? “It’s okay. I mean, the work is okay. Mr. Langdon was fair and reasonable. My co-workers are all friendly. And we have Mr. Beef there to look over us like Big Brother.”“Don’t you have anything else aside from this?”“I study during the day, my nights are for my work here,” I replied as I wondered about his questions.“What do you study?”I was then thinking he couldn’t be weirder and I couldn’t be more uncomfortable. He backed away. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell.”I heard a whistle and it’s the signal to get back to work. “I have to go do my job now, Mister…”“Call me Bain.”“Bain.” As if I didn’t know.“Will you talk to me again, Gia?” he asked, in a tone like he wanted me to say yes.I thought about it then found myself nodding. “Sure. Enjoy your drink.” As I went back to work, I wondered why I’d said yes without even thinking really hard about it. And why he’d talked to me longer than anyone I ever saw him talk to. The night got busier and I didn’t get to come back to his table. But I still got the feeling he was covertly observing me when I wasn’t looking his way. I did see him talking to a woman standing by his table. But the next time I looked, he was gone.I tried not to think about him anymore after that. I didn’t like having to look his way compulsively. I didn’t like not being in control of myself. It just felt dumb to me thinking about a guy this way, when I knew there was going to be nothing to it but… nothing.But he was here again. He was a little late than the usual hour. I was disappointed. Shit, I shouldn’t. So what if he went and had hot wild sex with that woman the whole night last night? What if I felt that she should have been me? Maybe she was dead now, stuffed in a tub, melting in hydrofluoric acid.Too morbid. Gah. Stop thinking, Gia!Good thing I was assigned to a different set of tables tonight. I didn’t need to talk to him. I tried to not even look towards the direction of his table again. It was hot and I was sweating. I needed a cool glass of water. I was going to get it when someone tapped me on the back.“Gia?”I turned to Lucy and wondered at the heat of excitement bubbling in her eyes.“Bain, our guy over there? He’s requesting that you serve him at his table—just you. I already reported to the manager. He doubled his tip last night just because you sat with him. Now, Langdon hopes you’ll sit with him again.”I looked over at Bain’s table in surprise. He was lookin
It took a moment before I could speak again to ask. There was a burst of very loud laughter behind me and that saved me from my apparent incapability of speech because I was trying hard not to laugh. He was shaking his head as he watched me fight it off. “Let up. You haven’t met her. You’ll understand when you do.” “Why can’t you just tell your mother the truth?” “I did and she wouldn’t. It was so stupid that she wouldn’t even lift a finger to help me. She’d say I made my bed so I should lie on it. But she’s incredibly romantic and this is the way. This is easier.” “And you think I can help? How?” “I like you.” I blinked. “And that hasn’t changed as I observed you for days now. So I know it will work.” The man was a tease after all. I almost shook my head. “Yes… you did a background check on me. That’s an invasion of my privacy.” “I had to make sure you’re a fit.” I should be angry, but I was more curious than any desire to feel the right emotion for this. “Fit how?” “Some
That night, I went home to my mother’s house. The only light that was turned on was a soft lamp in the living room when I got in. I walked towards her bedroom door. She looked like she’s peacefully sleeping in her bed. Her face looked pale. I always felt sad about how she’d lost her beautiful hair to chemotherapy. She still looked beautiful, but frail. She looked disturbed. Like she was having a bad dream, or she was in pain. “Gia?” I turned to the soft call to my name. “Nana,” I replied just as softly to the older, Asian woman standing by the open door. Nana Maria was my nanny when I was young. We were doing fine until my father died in an accident. He was an accountant. My mother was a housewife. Life hadn’t been the same since then. Not very bad, but not easy either. Nana Maria stayed, and we were able to maintain the mortgage to the house as my mother found one work after another. Nana had her garden at the backyard that put herbs and veggies on the table for the three o
“I’ll take those two days, Bain.” There was a pause for just a tiny moment on the other line. In that tiny moment, I suddenly panicked. Was he going to tell me he’s found someone else? Of course, I mustn’t be the only one he’s ‘screening,’ for lack of a better word, for the girlfriend job. “I’ll get you early in the morning.” I didn’t know I stopped breathing until I had to breathe again to talk. “How early?” “Hey, breathe. You sounded choked. I’ll be there as early as when you can open your door for me.” The relief that passed over me was so huge, I didn’t even hear him say goodnight until I heard the click on the line. He didn’t ask for my address. Of course, he knew where I lived. Bastard. But I was smiling. I put the phone down on my night table. Then I laid my head on my pillows. “As early as when you can open your door for me.” It was in his voice, low and dewy, that although he was expecting my answer, he wasn’t truly sure until now what I would say. For the first
It was the doorbell that woke me up that morning. I stared at the slowly rotating ceiling fan above the bed as I searched my memory for the identity of the stupid sound. It all came back to me at the same time—everything that happened last night—and I was suddenly out of bed, tripping over the panties that I didn’t get to put back on the night before. I was out of the bedroom when I realized I only had my nightshirt on. I went back, got my robe, and frantically wore those, then dashed out again to answer the door. But I made sure it was him through the peephole first. “Do you know what time it is?!” I asked the moment I saw him, grateful for what I did last night because he was such a sight in the morning light and it would have been hard to pine for him and be unsatisfied. “Six,” he replied, his eyes on my face for just a second before they started to explore. I gulped. I might have found relief too soon. I suddenly felt naked standing there. I couldn’t complain because as he
“I mean, the job was for the position of a girlfriend, so that’s checking out the merchandise for you. Not that I’m innocent. I’m fine. But if this is like… something a man and a woman do like… something I haven’t seen yet except in movies…”What the hell am I babbling about? “I’m saying I haven’t done the ‘how’ of this play ever yet.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” “No. I have a dildo in my room, that’s the best that I can say.” I even said that proudly, because that couldn’t be more embarrassing than saying I hadn’t had a boyfriend in my twenty-one years. “No, I’m not a lesbian either.” He was looking at me now like I was a specimen in a petri dish under a microscope. “I thought at first that you'd just been very private with your relationships that it wasn’t shown in the report. But… you’ve liked men before?” “Sure. But not enough to want to have sex with.” “Have you been asked out? I mean, of course, you have…” “Of course, I have been! I’m not completely hopeless.” “Oh, baby,
Bain’s head came down, and I find myself angling my face for what was coming before my head could even register what I was doing. Then he was kissing me. And anything coherent still left in my brain dissipated like alcohol exposed to air. I was only aware of the way his lips felt over mine, pressing a little, as they moved to caress my lips. His arms tightened their embrace and our bodies came together, and I could feel the contour of his hardness against the softness of mine. My arms went around his neck, and his kiss deepened as I tentatively opened my mouth, asking for more of this curious thing called kissing. I was melting on him, thinking again, as I eagerly kissed him back… how Mr. Beast couldn’t give me this. The kiss was getting hot, fast. My mouth welcomed the delicious assault of his tongue. I consciously surrendered to what I remembered telling myself the first time I saw him in the bar before those piercing dark eyes even saw me. When I had thought wistfully—that’s
“Oh, Bain…!” I whimpered as I held on to him for my dear sanity. He was moving, measured stroke upon measured stroke. It wasn’t just that. The way his body moved against mine, skin to skin, there was nothing more erotic. His arms held me protectively and I couldn’t feel any safer. That sensation began again, something small and solid inside me, building and building with each thrust of his. I could hear his harsh breathing. He couldn’t talk anymore as his attention was consumed by our coupling like mine. I couldn’t control my moans either. I couldn’t even think. It’s just all him and this. “Bain! Oh, oh… I’m… cumming… again!” “There… yes, baby. There you go… fucking let go… I’m here…!” I did, and he nursed it, diving in deep and anchoring me with his arms as my whole body writhed from the waves that kept coming and coming… I felt his kiss on my forehead when he took himself out a moment after I subsided. Curious, I pried my eyes open. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t think he had cum