Chapter 54 He takes my hand to my face and then down my body

Chapter 54 He takes my hand to my face and then down my body
He looks at me intently, and the expression feels familiar. My father used to give me that look all the time, and it's the one that makes me feel stupid. Or at least, that's what they think— that I am. At this point, I wonder if they're right, considering how often I make a fool of myself. —I wanted to say... — He takes my hand to my face and then down my body. I take a step back, and the sound of my sneakers peeling off the sticky floor makes him shout at me again. —Go away! I turn around and run out through the swinging door that separates the kitchen from the dining room. I don't wait for George to finish what he was about to say. A few people turn to look at me, and I slow my pace. I don't want to draw attention as I head to the other end of the dining room. My eyes fix on Booker, but I can't see his face. He has his head bowed, reading the menu, and his Stetson hat hides his face. —Watch out. — A body bumps into my side, causing me to drop my notebook. —Sorry, — I murmured, seeing that it's Parson. I bend down quickly to grab the notebook before moving away from him. —You will. — I think I hear him say softly. He’s one of the many who are always watching me. I think in my entire life I’ve only spoken three words to him. I know a lot of people from this town, just that I don’t really know them. When I was growing up, that wasn’t allowed. Booker lifts his head, and his piercing green eyes lock onto mine. Once again, a flutter stirs inside me, and I’m the first to break eye contact. It’s hard to tell what Booker is thinking or feeling because his expression is unreadable, and he always appears so stoic.

I've heard about all the good things he's done for Mittenville since I came back to town, but he still acts distant. It's not hard to find out what's going on in town while I'm working at the coffee shop. I hear everything without even trying. "Good morning," I say, a little too loudly. "It's afternoon," someone corrects me from behind. I ignore it, which certainly doesn't help. It's part of the problem. Everyone thinks I'm some spoiled brat. They don't know that my father used to nag me when I was younger if I dared to talk to anyone. He never wanted anyone around me and told me they had no business knowing about our affairs. Now he's made me shy and not very good at conversation. It's easy for me to brush off comments, since I did it for years at home. I force a smile on my face and try again. I'm sure Booker has no idea who I am, and that's probably a good thing right now. "I'm Sabrina. I'll take care of you."

He toys with the small notepad in his hand while rummaging for a pen in his dirty apron. As I wait, I think about what he has told me and all the ways I would let him take care of me. Then my eyes settle on the button he's pressing against his heavy breasts, and I have to open my knees a little more. Suddenly, my jeans feel too tight, and the sensation of the zipper pressing into my hard cock feels uncomfortable.

“Here, use this.” — I say it like an order as I slide the pen across the table. He doesn't hesitate to take it, and I like how obedient he is.

“Thanks, I don't know what happened to mine.” — He clears his throat and starts again.

“As I said, I'm Sabrina, and I'll take care of you.” God, I like hearing her say she'll look after me. Images of her bare backside while I fill her from behind run through my mind like a wishlist.

“I know who you are.” — My voice is deep, as if I haven't used it in a long time, but in reality, it's because I'm so damn horny, All I want is to put my dick in her and growl.

—Oh. — Her cheeks flush, and the blush is so pretty that I wonder if it matches her nipples. She bites her lower lip while looking around the café, and I know what she's thinking.

This town hates her, so if I know her, I probably also hate her. Just her name makes people nervous

and start talking nonstop. Mittenville is a small town, so gossip spreads like wildfire. Sabrina Anise carries the town's scammer's surname because she's his daughter. Most people don't remember that she was just a girl when her father was stealing money from their pockets and using it for his own benefit. They only see the grown woman who has returned to town. And she's grown.

Her breasts weigh as if they were made to be supported by a man, and the way her hips widen suggests it would be easy to get her pregnant. Yes, she's come back as a woman, and I can't help but notice her.

— Would you like to hear the specials?

I nod because all I want is to hear her speak. I don't care if they're the daily specials at this shitty café or if she's reading a tractor manual. I just want to hear her voice all the fucking time.

— We have fried steak with gravy and mashed potatoes, and it comes with a side dish. There's also fried chicken. No, wait, that was yesterday.

She flips through her notebook and sticks out her tongue to pass it over her lower lip. I have to hold back a moan when I see that shiny lip, almost like a tease.

— Sorry, it's meatloaf. — She finally looks at me again, and I see her dark brown eyes fill with concern, as if she's made a mistake.

— What kind of dessert do you have for me? — I ask, and then those pretty round cheeks flush again.

Damn, I'm getting too excited. I need to go to the bathroom and jerk off or something.

— Dessert? — She licks her lips again as if she wants me to put my dick in her mouth. — Oh, today's special dessert is cinnamon rolls. Joy has added more green and red sprinkles.

Her smile seems genuine, and I wonder how I can make her smile like that for me.