Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

The air between us was charged with tension and heat, and I found myself fidgeting, my heart beating faster and faster with every passing second. My eyes followed his every moment but now they were only fixed on his fingers as they moved deftly over the cooking ingredients. I watched as he expertly chopped and stirred, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each movement. The heat of the stove added to the heat in the room, and I could feel myself becoming more and more flustered as I watched him work. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and confident, and I found myself imagining his fingers touching me, moving across my skin with the same practised and gentle care he was using to co

so good. I was biting my lip when our waiter was back with our opening course and Fabrizio deliberately raised up the vibration. I was putting my hand to my mouth trying hard not to let a moan escape my lips. "Sir, are you okay?" "He's perfectly fine, just a bit jet lag aren't you baby?" I nodded to the waiter and he smiles back at us and leaves us moments later. I was hard all through diner but he stops with the vibration after the waiter left and did let me eat in peace.

Awkwardly, he turned to me, trembling. I knew he would do it; he needed to keep his job. “I'm sorry, miss, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” he said. “She's not leaving,” Casper said, interrupting me before I could even say anything. “I'm sorry, sir, but I need to keep my job and…” the waiter said, trying to explain, but Casper was quicker. “She's not leaving, don't worry,” he said, staring at the young man, discreetly showing his red eyes. The waiter was a wolf; he would get the message.

“Sirs, Ma’am. Please excuse me for the interruption. Your dishes are ready.” “Go ahead and serve them,” Tristan instructed as he gestured to the table. The waitress nodded and began placing the dishes before them, her movements seemingly practiced. But Jasmine couldn’t help but notice the slight fidgeting of her hands as she arranged the dishes on the table. Her brows creased in concern and on instinct, she reached out to lightly touch the waitress’s wrist. “Are you okay?” The waitress flinched at Jasmine’s touch and her eyes darted to her before quickly lowering out of guilt.

She placed her finger on the name of food items one by them. "Oh and do not forget this too." She placed her finger on the chocolate brownie and smiled at the waiter. Sylvester also gave his order knowing that if he tried to take a bite from Gia's food he was going to die here. As the waiter left, he slowly took Gia's hand in his. "Is there anything else that you want?" He caudally asked her while Gia smiled softly. "Yes, freedom from you." "Well, in that case, I am sorry mam but that option is not available.

The little waitress mannerisms were too obvious, but the target seemed oblivious. Ben looked at Dana in confusion. ‘Was his question that funny?’ The waitress stood there restraining her temper, plastering a sweet smile. Inwardly, she was cursing Dana. ‘Wait till I become his girlfriend, then we will see who has the last laugh. Bitch!’ “That will be all” Ben waved his hand at the waitress noticing that she was still standing there. “Sir, the scotch macaroon is our chef’s specialty, would you like to try it?” She was unwilling to give up without getting him to look at her. She smiled seductively and perked her chest provocatively.

I said and kneel to get all the pieces of broken glass. "Ma'am, we'll take care of this" the waiter quickly attended to me but he was too late to stop me because I lost my finger to getting a broken glass. I groan a little which made the waiter gasp on staring at the overflowing blood in my fingers. "Your hand is fine?" he said, he was about to hold my hand when someone grabs it and looks at me. "Are you ok miss -----" he didn't finish what he was going to say when our eyes met.

Shrugging, I closed the door and turned around to leave but jumped as I came face to face with the same waiter from earlier. "What the heck!" My hand immediately shot up to my throbbing heart. "I'm so sorry, madame, I didn't mean scare you. I'm really sorry." He started curtsying repeatedly. I eyed the guy. He didn't look to be someone from this country. "It's alright," assuring, I walked around him to leave, but he was in front of me once again. My hands balled into fists in awareness for any unwanted incident, and brows furrowed. "Excuse me! Do you need som-"

She said excitedly and gestured at her assistant to set somethings up. A waiter came along “Would you like to have anything?” The young man asked and Rielle nodded “Spring water please.” She said and the man walked off. “Here, As you can see here the company doesn’t—“ she stopped on seeing the waiter come back with the water. Rielle smiled and raised a finger, indicating for her to stop of which she did.

"This way please." The waiter led Frost in the corner of the restaurant which made Frost nodded in approval. She likes this waiter's keen observation. This waiter has some skills. "Give me your specialty here. Also, bring a sour soup." Frost right away uttered when she sat down onto the wooden chair. "I will serve it in a minute, Boss." The waiter said before left. Frost then propped her face onto her palm. Her fingers gently tapping on the table. She looked around only to notice that there seems to be not many people eating here.