Derek
I walk into the diner, ready for a very hearty breakfast. I don’t cook and my daughter’s already on her way to work. Thanksgiving just passed, and I can’t eat another damn piece of turkey. I want some steak and eggs. My deputy and right-hand man, Joseph Waters joins me. We take up our usual booth next to the window. I see a for sale sign on the building across the street. I hope someone buys it, that way the town remains strong. If Amelia’s interested maybe she could start a business. I’ll have to mention it to her. She’s smart and in her first year of college. I’ve got a great 401K nest egg that would help her if she really wanted to do something like that. It’s a random idea, but it might be interesting to look into.
“Thinking about switching your line of work, chief?” Waters questions.
I look at his smirking face and reply, “No, but I don’t want the town to start having that abandoned feel to it. You know there’s been a handful of burglaries in the past year and I take pride in keeping this place wholesome.”
“I understand that. I’ve got high hopes for a great future here. I like this town. I’ve heard that they’re advertising for buyers in Houston in all the vacant properties. You know, where the big money is.”
“That would be good.” I look around and the place is a little crowded this morning. Then I catch my breath because the most beautiful woman in the world works here. I had no idea when she started, but I’m pissed that I’ve missed a chance to see her.
"Hello, officers. What can I get for you?" I swallow hard, but the only thing I want from her isn’t on the menu. I've seen her three times in the past three days. She doesn’t know that though. I’ve been doing all I can to avoid an actual meeting. I know that I’ll end up doing or saying something fucked up to piss her off. My heart's doing shit it's never done before. I have to leave her alone. She’s too young for me, and that means completely hands off.
“Good morning, Tracy. It’s a pleasure to get my day started with such a beautiful sight.” I turn my glare onto my deputy. He’s about to get suspended for hitting on someone while in uniform. At least, that’s the fucking excuse I got. Either that or I’m going to beat his ass.
“Thank you,” she replies, smiling at him. And I lost my appetite. He smiles back at her and there’s not much I can do to fight back the urge to deck him. Taking him out back and dropping him is quickly becoming more appealing by the second.
“Excuse me, but we need to order. I’ll have the two-egg and steak platter with a cup of coffee.” I know my tone is rude, but what did she expect. She’s fucking sexy as hell and I’m about to lose it because she’s intentionally ignoring me. Tracy’s giving him the attention she should be giving me.
"Okay, I'll put that order in." She walks away with a little more attitude, but I brush it off. Instead, I’m focusing on her ass that fits so damn perfect in her green waitress uniform.
“I’ll have the same thing but medium rare,” Waters hollers out since she stormed away without taking his order. Tracy freezes, turns around with a blush-stained face.
“Sorry, I’ll get right on that, Officer Waters,” she murmurs sultry like. This time she walks away with less attitude but adds a sway to her hip. I’m internally growling because I know that she’s going to have men ogling her as she does her job. I finally turn my head to Waters who's eyeballing me.
"Derek, what gives?" he asks, cocking his brow.
"She's not a piece of meat,” I snarl. I can see his mind working it out, but I can’t let him know. This town is too small. Everyone would know before I got out of work today. She’s too young for me and I should stay away from her, but everything in me demands otherwise.
"Wow, you've never stopped me from complimenting the old waitress here. It's nice to bring a smile to a woman's face. Despite what you think, they like knowing that they're pretty. Maybe you should just ask her out already."
"I am not going to ask out a little girl. She's not pretty by the way," I add as a side note. I could kick myself when she came from behind me with the coffee pot. Shit. She flips our cups without a word and pours. I want to apologize, but it wouldn’t do any good because she wouldn't believe me. Besides, it wasn't as if we could be together anyway.
"Wow, you're racking up the points, boss. You better quit while you're ahead or you'll end up with coffee dumped on you," he teases, pouring creamer into his cup.
I'm ready to lose it, but what can I do. In all honesty, I want to fuck her on every surface in this place. The thought of splaying her out on the table as my personal meal sounds wonderful. Then hearing her cry out my name as I plow my thick, long cock into her tiny pussy until she comes for me. I’m lost in thought when she stops back at our tables with the hot pot of coffee. She silently fills our cups, refusing to make eye contact with me.
We start talking business until our food comes out a few minutes later. The owner brings out our plates. He usually does and normally I wouldn't be bothered but that takes away from seeing her again. "Hey there, fellas. "How's it going?"
"It's going great. The sheriff here is being a real sunshine this morning." They both chuckle because they know I'm not a morning person. "Wow, these look perfect," Waters says, eyeing his steak and eggs.
"It's on the house fellas,” Mitch says, tapping the back of my seat.
"No, you know we can't do that," I argue.
"Did you not hear what I just said? It's on the house if you want to blow your money give the tips to the waitresses. Enjoy your meals, fellas," he responds, clapping his hand on Waters' back. He walks away with a big grin on his face. She can have all my money. If she wanted, I would give her all I had and ask for nothing in return.
I’m that fucked already. And yet, I have to fight it. She’s too young. I should try to date someone my own age. At thirty-six, she probably finds me decrepit. That’s why she’s flirty with young Waters over here. He’s a decade younger than me and without any attachments.
I don't see her again as we eat. Maybe it's her break time or she's avoiding me and my dick head comments. We're almost done when she comes out serving the other waiting customers. When she makes it back to our table she has that beautiful smile directed at Waters. I grumble to myself irritated and jealous beyond belief.
"This meal was the best I've ever had. Did you make this?" he asks, smiling like a fool.
"No, but I'll tell Carl you enjoyed it." She freshened up her makeup I see.
We leave. Both of us dropping a twenty on the table. I want to kiss her goodbye like a love fucking sick puppy, but I get ahold of myself before I do something stupid.
I make it through the day easily enough. I keep Waters busy and out of my sight, so I don’t accidentally choke him. Mentally, I’ve done it at least once today.
By the time I get home Amelia's back from school and cooking dinner. "Hey, pumpkin, how was your day?" I ask, walking into the kitchen.
"It was good.” She’s a good girl and I’m forever grateful that her mother left her with me. She’s in college, but I know it’s not easy to work and go to school. She doesn’t have to do both. I’ve saved enough, but she wants to build character and other than school there’s nothing really to do in this town but work. Most of her friends rushed out of town and never looked back after graduation, not Amelia. She feels like she owes me for raising her. It doesn’t make sense because it’s not as if she knows the truth. There’s so much that I need to tell her. I’m not sure if I should even bother to tell her. Enough time has passed where it may be too late.
“Dinner’s ready,” she says with the sweetest look on her young face. I can’t do it. I pass on the opportunity to potentially break her heart.