3_SERVING TABLE SEVEN

SERVING TABLE SEVEN

“Are we out off caffeine? Why's the order so slow today? We've got a full house." Kimberlee said to the cashier who was writing something down.

Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head while she wore a white t-shirt neatly complimented by a brown scarf around her neck and a short brown skirt. She also wore her only wedge sandals that gave her little bit of height.

“Sarah said the machines are having some technical problems? I don't know." He replied.

" Kim, can you take this order please? I have three more.” One of the waitresses placed a sticky note in front of her as she waved three more with the other hand.

“Of course. I just need to sort out table three first.” Kim picked it up.

“You're the best." The waitress hurried away.

" Table seven needs two black coffee, one with sugar, one with milk, another one with milk and sugar.” She read out from the note with a frown.

The cashier shrugged at her when she looked up. " Looks like you're gonna have to prepare five cups of coffee,” He smiled.

" I'd do anything to have your job right now, Dan.” She walked away to get the orders.

Kimberlee carefully held the coffee in a tray and cautiously walked to table seven without spilling any.

“Two black coffee," She placed it on the table from the tray, each with it's saucer. “One with milk, one sugar and another with milk and sugar." She recited and picked the tray but almost bit her tongue when she saw Santos sited right in front of her. “What are you doing here?" She looked around and back to him.

“Buying coffee?" He smiled. “I didn't see you there." He said with a very strong sarcasm.

“Of course you did!" She angrily lowered her voice. “Leave this instant!"

“And why? Don't I have the right to be here? Or do I need to complain to the Manager? This is bad for his business, sending customers away,” He sat back and enjoyed to the look on her face.

" Fine! Sit, drink your coffee or whatever! I don't care!” She breathed and straightened up.

“And who's gonna help me finish all these?” He asked. Kim briefly looked at the cups.

“You ordered it, didn't you? Mind you, you must pay for all of them and there won't be any refunds." She answered.

" Well you stood me up a week ago!” He mentioned. “You have to make it up to me."

" I will do no such. I had a choice and I decided not to show up.” She smirked.

" Well you should have straight up rejected. You made me look like a fool after waiting for you and you didn't show up. First you humiliated me in public, then insulted me by not showing up after you said yes. You have a lot to make up for.” He said.

“And why are you feeling so entitled?” She placed a hand on her waist.

“I have every right to be.” He looked at the cups in front of him. “I didn't know which one you like so I ordered everything.”

“I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. It's against our policy. So what made you think I'll sit to have coffee with you?”

“Well, I can complain to the manager and I'm sure you don't want to lose your job. Or I can go back to Madison Avenue and give them your location because you broke into a private building. We have tapes by the way.” He smiled. “You're still standing here because I vouched for you and I can take it back anytime I want.”

Kim's jaw dropped. “You’re an asshole!” She glared at him and slowly sat opposite him.

“I thought as much,” He picked one of the black coffee and sipped. “Don't worry, I won't take your time. Just finish your coffee, tell me when next I get to see you again and you can go.”

" My job is really tight, I really don't have time for all of these. I have an assignment in Florida and I leave tomorrow so I don't know when.” She picked the last cup she dropped and sipped from it. " I like my coffee with both milk and sugar.” Then gulped it down till it burned her throat. “Have a nice day."

Santos watched her walk away. A small smile fell on his face.

Kimberlee Smith.

A very interesting human being.

The first time he saw her, she bumped into his car, broke her light and blamed it on his driver but he was able to shut her up with some money, just like everyone else.

They are all the same no matter the personality, they are still the same. From the beggars on the streets to the nuns in the cathedral, to the thieves and cheap shop owners, social climbers, business partners, billionaires, Kimberly, they all have a price. You just need to put the right price.

He couldn't see anything special about her, she was just like everyone else.

But here he was, in this cheap coffee shop, trying to get the attention of a local thief and a cheap waitress.

Santos drop two bundles of dollar notes, put his shades on and walked out of the shabby shop.

But he got to admit, she is a beautiful woman. The most beautiful he'd seen and would fuck.

Her hazelnut eyes masked a lot of things he wasn't interested in finding out but her saucy attitude only turned him on badly.

He just couldn't wait to have her shivering and shuddering beneath him, begging for more and crying in ecstasy. He couldn't wait to fuck her in ninety different ways until her soul leaves her being and she becomes nothing but flesh.

He wants to so badly cover her in his hot cum and watch her greedily suck the demon out of him.

He wondered what she'll look like with his cock in her little succulent mouth and down her throat.

She wasn't attractive or sexy. Yes she is beautiful but that was just it. She was flat on the chest and didn't really have any ass on her so he won't say she is sexy.

Plus, she wasn't blonde.

He'd seen and fucked better and if he was to compare, she'll be the least sexy and attractive girl he'd ever want to bang.