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Beryl
M y ass had never been as sore as it was when I returned to work on Monday.
I loved it, though. Loved what Kjartan’s massive cock had done to me. Whenever I remembered the stretch of my body around his length and his warm brown eyes hooded with lust, my dick got hard with no hope for release.
We’d found out that we were both fans of me being on top, a position that made him come in under ten minutes.
Me, too.
“Hey, Bee. Did you have a good weekend?” my boss asked, cocking her head at me.
Damn .
Maeve could see my energy. Does it say ‘fucked into oblivion’?
“It was…” I considered lying for a moment. “It was great, actually. I spent it in Kincardie.” I blushed, probably a lovely beetroot red.
“In Kincardie? Oh my God, did you meet someone?” She bounced over, her cute nose all scrunched up.
“Yeah, I did.”
Why am I grinning?
“You remember Kjartan? The Orc who works for Struan Fox?”
“No way, Bee! You spent your weekend with that hot guy?”
“We’re sort of dating.” I bit my lip.
Don’t grin like you’re in love.
With a squeal, Maeve hugged me, her eyes all shiny with tears. “I’m so happy for you.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Aw, come on. If you could see how much you’re glowing... Don’t forget that I know that feeling.”
She sighed and fiddled with a golden band around her wrist. A gift from Taran.
“I need to show you something,” I said, interrupting her smiling soppily into the distance.
“We had breakfast at a cafe in Kincardie. It’s around the corner from Kjartan’s flat.
” The idea had fermented in my brain all weekend, and I just had to run it past her.
Nothing might come of it but the worst thing that could happen was that Maeve said no.
I handed her my phone and showed her the sneaky pictures I had taken on our second morning there.
“That’s so cute. So much potential.” Maeve zoomed in.
“You can swipe. No dick pics around,” I told her, making her snort.
I’d put them in a separate folder. Nobody needed to see the lewd images of Kjartan I had for my spank bank. Stretched out under me, his chest covered in cum, and a feral expression on his face.
I sighed. Then I remembered Maeve.
“So, why I’m showing you this is because it closes at the end of the year. They didn’t find anyone to take over.”
And the idea that Maeve might buy it and then I could work there and be near Kjartan had taken hold of me so tightly I couldn’t let go again.
“You think it could be an addition to my portfolio? Turning Scales & Steam into a franchise?”
“Yes and no. The cafe is great. There are multiple larger businesses nearby, a metal mill, Primestone, smaller shops, and a bank is right next to it. And they get quite a bit of foot traffic.” She nodded, obviously impressed with my research.
“But I don’t think we should turn this place into a franchise.
Quickest way for something to lose its charm.
It could be like a sister cafe for Scales. ”
Maeve leaned back against the counter and swiped through the images again.
“It could be amazing. And you would be managing this place for me?” Her kind smile—and aura-reading abilities—made me blush.
“It’s probably a stupid idea, I…”
“Don’t say that, Bee. We both know you’re amazing and up for that challenge. And I get wanting to be near your person. I still feel bad for Taran having to take me to work every day.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind at all.”
“That’s what he says, yeah.” She brushed a purple strand behind her ear and blushed.
“And he means it.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right. Listen, Bee, can you forward these images to me? I think you are onto something here.”
“Just like that?”
“I trust your gut feeling. And the worst that can happen is that nothing will come of it. But I learned to seize an opportunity life drops in your way.” She handed my phone back.
“Thanks, Maeve.”
“Start thinking about a name for the place, yeah? I’ll go help Stella.” We both looked over at our new hire.
She placed a cup of coffee and a slice of our red velvet cake on a tray for a customer. The attractive polar fox hybrid in a deep-neck shirt said something to make her laugh, then turned and chose a table by the rain-lashed windows.
“Stella did great today,” I told Maeve in a carrying voice and saw our colleague grin even wider as she wiped down the machine for the next customer.
“She’s a win for Scales & Steam,” Maeve agreed with me.
“Breeze & Beans.” My boss stared at me for a moment then broke out in fits of laughter.
“You and I are so alike, Beryl. Love that name. I’ll text Samuel and tell him to enquire about the property. Now go! Your shift ended twenty minutes ago.” We hugged.
“Thanks Maeve. See you tomorrow.”
I informed Kjartan as soon as I was on the bus home.
Bee: I showed Maeve the pictures
Bee: she’s enquiring about it
Bee: I don’t know if anything will come of it
Bee: I kind of hope it will
Kjartan: I want to date you
What?
Kjartan: I’ve been meaning to tell you before you left
Kjartan: I really want to date you, Bee
Bee: me too!
Bee: Let’s do this, okay?
Bee: Ignore me if it’s too much but…
Bee: Do you want to see me on the weekend?
Bee: Because I really want to see you
Bee: Even though I’m still so sore
Kjartan: I’m sorry
Bee: I loved it! All of the weekend with you.
There, I said it.
Kjartan: I loved the weekend with you
Kjartan: Do you want me to come visit you? Or would you like to come here again?
Can I?
Bee: I want you in any way I can get you
Bee: It doesn’t matter where