A Quickie With My Manager’s Son

I woke up to the sound of my buzzing alarm clock, threatening me to get out of bed for work. I had already pressed the snooze button a countless amount of times, which is a routine for me due to the fact that I’m not a morning person at all. I opened my eyes and was surprised yet frightened to see that I was late. It was 7:40 AM. An entire forty minutes late to be exact. My manager was going to be pissed. Jumping out of bed, I managed to fumble with my cell phone and clothe myself at the same time. A few rings, and a rugged voice appeared at the other end. “Jack? I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late.” I said reluctantly. “You’re already a lot late, Samantha. Hurry your ass here, now. We have a lot of customers coming in and we’re short on staff; You aren’t here, and Frankie called off.” Jack stated, a tone of anger in his voice. He’s my manager, and for the most part he’s an alright guy, except when he gets mad. None of us employees like him all too much then. But he’s usually easy to get away from, considering I work at a restaurant preparing food and waiting on tables all day, which means I get to spend my time far away from him. “Yes, Sir. I’ll see you soon.” I said, hanging up the phone. The drive in my Honda Accord was painfully slow due to traffic, and I could only imagine how pissy Jack was going etlik escort to be with me when I walked through the door. He hates when people are late… and I was really late. Hopefully he was busy yelling at someone else. That way I could get off the hook easily. It wasn’t likely though, because when I walked in, he was giving me the stink eye from afar. I gave my brief hellos to a few fellow employees before making my way to the back room to put on my work apron. The swinging door opened behind me, and there he was, raging as I had hoped he wouldn’t be. “You’re an hour late. I hope you know I’m taking that hour off your paycheck.” Jack frowned. I hurriedly put on my apron, trying to get out of this whole confrontation a little bit faster. “Yes. Yes, I know. I apologize.” I said. He stared me down. “Table six wants a salad. You’re on kitchen duty today. Get your ass in there before I deduct another hour.” I didn’t bother to reply, I pushed my way past him and into the kitchen, knowing that I was in for a long day. If only I would have woken up on time, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this attitude. I should have just called off altogether. Frankie probably woke up late, too, and decided to just say “Fuck it” instead of coming into work to get yelled at. Smart thinking. There I was, preparing keçiören escort a salad for table six. Lettuce, olives, cucumbers. Tomatoes, croutons, onions. The whole nine yards. Collin Arbuckle, the assistant manager, came in and said hello to me. He was rather young to be the assistant manger, around eighteen or nineteen years old. I figured he was Jack’s son, or nephew, or something of the sort. He clearly hated this job just as much as I did, but it was good pay, which is why most of us stay here. “How you doing today, Sam?” he asked, shuffling through a cabinet to get something. “I’m fine, just a little stressed. Came to work late and Jack’s on my back. How are you?” Collin chuckled. “That’s my dad for you. I’m good, though.” He closed the cabinet, setting something down on the counter, but I was too preoccupied preparing the salad to look. Ah, I was right. They were related. Of course. I should have known, they had the same grass green eyes and a spectacular jawline. “I just want to get today over with.” I sighed. “Can you get the ranch dressing for me?” “Yeah,” he said. “And I want to get it over with, too. I don’t wanna be here any more than you do.” The refrigerator opened and closed, and he came up behind me to give me the dressing. I could feel his body heat against kızılay escort my back. “Thank you.” I smiled. He hugged me from behind, and I was a little taken aback at the romanticism in his hug, knowing that he was happily taken by a woman a lot prettier than me. She was a blonde. Top model kind of blonde. I’m a brunette, about 5’5″ with an average frame and 32 C boobs. It was good enough. But at the moment, I felt like I needed to be better. “Relax,” Collin whispered gently into my ear, sensing that I was a little worried about something. “I just want to cheer you up so you don’t get too stressed today.” Oh, that wasn’t too bad, then. Unexpected, yes. But not as crazy as I thought. “You really don’t need to worry about me, Collin. But thank you.” He breathed lightly on my neck, sending a whirl of chills down my spine. His fingers caressed my hips, and softly touched the small of my back as I involuntarily pushed myself into him. “Ah, Sam. I’m not supposed to want you, and you’re making it hard.” he said. The pun in his statement was pretty amusing, because I could feel his pants thickening against my bottom, and I began wondering if I should tell him to stop before things got out of hand. “I need to make this salad.” I said plainly. Collin didn’t care about that damn salad at all. He pulled me into him even more, and groaned into my neck as he kissed and bit me lightly. “You’re in a relationship.” I reminded him. “And?” A swift motion, and his hand was exploring inside my pants, touching places that have never been touched in such a public place like this. I moaned a little at his touch.