I take a deep breath as I go back to the diner, the one I used to visit only once a week, and now I’m going there three times in a week, with only one thing on my mind. I can’t help myself once I got the green light from my PI, I saw no reason why not to take things to the next level. I’ve been living in the dark for too long. The boys club, the one that I go to play at times is great once in a while, but doesn’t satisfy my needs. I know that Leah can do that. I watch as she walks back to the counter.

Her wide hips and perky breasts are enough to make any man want to eat at the diner. But not the food, just suck on those nipples that seem to be erect every time she comes to my table. I’m sure that it’s not the fucking air-con making them that way, but me.

Fucking Marco Raco!

Who wants a slice of her pie, not the one she insists on serving me whenever I come in here. Then I always sit at the same table so I can watch her swing her ass as she leaves. There’s something about her that’s familiar, and I got my guys to do a check on her. So far. they found nothing that should keep me at bay and I want nothing more than to taste her pussy. I want to know if it’s as sweet as the pie she gave me on Monday.

“Here you go,” she says as she comes back with not only the slice of pie, but a coffee too.

I’m trying to concentrate on the messages flooding my phone today. The shit hit the fan with the deal, and I’m not happy. I don’t even like coming to this side of the city, but I’ve been doing it regularly ever since we tried to take over the building.

I hate fucking construction like the plague. The business does my head in, there’s so much red tape and it fucking drags. Even if the lawyers and everyone else tells me there shouldn’t be an issue. No matter what, there always is with construction. It’s as if it’s a part of the business that’s doomed to fail from the word go.

I’ve spent three months coming here, and I’m not the type of man to fail. Especially when it comes to business.

“I brought you an espresso too with the pie.” She smiles as she puts them on the table.

“Thanks, Leah.”

She nods her head as if she’s waiting for me to say something else.

“Well, you’ve taken me out of the bad mood that I was in before I saw your face.”

“Is that why you come in more often now?” She turns away shy, as if she said something she shouldn’t have said.

I find it interesting that she’s noticed I’ve started coming on Monday’s too. I wonder what else she’s noticed, but I find myself picking up the fork and closing my eyes for a second. Just long enough to think of my tongue on her pussy and for some reason I don’t taste the pie with her citric smell, my tongue licks the fork and when I open my eyes again. She’s watching me.

Fuck!

I could take her on the table right now. I turn to face her. Watch her composure and wonder if that’s the reason, she’s hanging around my table. Giving me subtle gifts as if she knows the type of thing I like to eat.

“This tastes even better than last time.”

Fucking sweet!

“That’s because I made it myself.”

I wipe my mouth and lay the paper towel on the table. “Do you do that for all your customers?”

She shakes her head. “Not for all of them. Just the ones that like apple pie.”

She’s fucking toying with me and just as quickly as she was by my side; she leaves again.

Leah’s an unwelcome distraction, but I can’t remember the last time I fucked let alone had a tease as hot as her trying to get inside my pants. I could easily have her on all fours sucking me from dusk to dawn. Her alluring lips makes my cock twitch every time she speaks. “I like apple pie and coffee. What do you like?”

She bends down and whispers, “Drinking.”

She’s fucking flirting with me. I peer over the side and see her ass is sticking out and I realize I have the wrong view.

Fuck!

“Well, what time do you finish here?”

She smiles. “In an hour.” Then she stands up.

Fuck, I was just about to move and see what she has under that short skirt. A few of her buttons are undone too. She fucking wants me just as much as I want her. That’s for sure. But I’ll fuck the drinking and just get down to business. I could suck her fucking pussy which will be dripping wet before I’ve even put my fat cock inside of it. “I’ll wait here.”

She puts her hands up to her chest. “For what?”

“For you to finish to take you out for a drink.”

She giggles. “I never said that I need to drink with someone. I just like drinking, if it’s alone.” Then she leaves the bill on my table and walks away.

I watch her like a hawk, all the time thinking about what my PI said. He said that she came from Denver and moved here around four months ago. Just before I came to the diner and spotted her. Maybe it was a little after that. Either way, there was nothing that stuck out, but I could tell she was toying with me. I don’t get fobbed off that easily. I know what I want, and top of my list is the five-foot-eight inches waitress that works in this seventies diner. I’m too old to play games, but if that’s what she wants to do, then I’ll play—but only to win.