41- Her eyes on me

It could be as simple as the fact that I knew she was in need and I knew that here, more so than anywhere else in this fucked up city, she was sure to be taken care of.

I only relaxed when I saw her walk in five minutes before call time. I released my pent up breath and rubbed the knots from my gut. I tracked her all the way to the employee lounge on different cameras.

She wore the same ugly jacket from the day before, but instead of jeans her legs were covered in nude stockings under a short skirt that was mostly covered by the too large jacket that came almost to her knees.

When she made her way downstairs to the employee lounge, I watched the

manager approach her. They shook hands and exchanged a few words before she removed her coat and hung it up.

Once she was hired she’d be given a locker where she could keep her stuff safe, that was protocol. I wanted to run downstairs and bring her purse and coat back to the office with me instead of leaving it out in the open like that.

I told myself it was just a protective measure, that I’d do it for anyone. But I knew I was lying to myself again. It seems I want to look out for her in every which way I can.

She had a cute little figure in the white shirt and short black skirt, but even through the screen I could tell they were a little too big on her.

She didn’t have a stripper’s build as far as I could see. For one she was shorter, and she was also very slender. I wonder what made her think she could pull it off.

Most of the women here were svelte and busty. Her chest hadn’t made it out of the lower B-cup stage. In other words she had a neat little figure, but nothing close as per the requirements to dance on my stage.

My eyes moved up to her face, that captivating mix of innocence and sex appeal. It was her damn eyes, those catlike orbs that held a man’s attention as was evident by the way the manager looked at her now.

I squeezed my hands into fists when he put his hand on her shoulder and made myself stay in my seat instead of going after him to break it the fuck off.

She did one of those shifts that said she didn’t like the familiarity either and that calmed me down some. I’ll have to have a talk with him about personal space.

She pulled her hair up in a ponytail and pulled at her clothes before making her way back upstairs. I tracked every move until I started to feel like a voyeur.

I watched the first hour of her training, long enough to know that she was a fast learner and also that she was here to work.

Her interactions with the guests were vastly different to the way she treated the other waitresses and the rest of the staff.

She wasn’t rude or anything that I noticed, but neither was she inviting. At the tables she was courteous and always wore a welcoming smile while taking orders, but that professional mask slipped back into place once she was dealing with her trainer.

I also kept an eye on the way the others reacted to her presence. It wouldn’t be the first time some of the girls got catty at the presence of a new coworker. Especially one as pretty as her.

Maybe it was her standoffish attitude, or that don’t give a fuck way she had about her, but so far I hadn’t seen anyone getting out of hand, which was a relief.

Again I noticed her movements, how precise and calculated she was in each step she took. She had a commanding presence, an attention grabber without seeming to try.

I realized I was watching over her like a protective older brother, or would be lover. Something else that I wasn’t used to. It was obvious from what little I’d seen of her yesterday that she could take care of herself.

That mouth of hers was acerbic enough to keep anyone at bay. I told myself that since I was the one who’d offered her the job it was only natural for me to worry. Bullshit!

My eyes weren’t following her every move because I wanted her to do a good job. I was trying to find the answers to why. Why she’d been on my mind all damn day. Why I cared so much about what happened to her.

I’d had to fight the urge to run her name all day and had only held off because I was beginning to feel too much like a damn stalker.