I handed over the bag, and a ripple of excitement soared through my body as his finger gently brushed mine as he took the offering. The touch was so mild that I barely felt it, yet it seemed more intimate than any interaction I’d ever had with Peter in the bedroom.

Swallowing hard, I tried not to notice Jorge staring at me from the sitting room area as he cleaned off tables. “Sorry, I forgot to ask. Would you like to stay or go?”

“I have to get back to work, so I’ll take it to go. Thank you.”

Nodding, I turned and grabbed the paper cup. “What do you do for work?”

“I have a car shop. I guess you could say I’m a grease monkey.” His voice changed subtly and dropped a little lower. “I’m good with my hands and really like to get them up in there.”

I was officially a pervert because all I heard was, I want to stick my fingers in your pussy and then fuck you senseless. My cheeks were flaming hot by the time I had his coffee made, and I turned around to face him. As odd and intense as this interaction was, I couldn’t deny that I didn’t want it to end.

Holding out the cup, I offered him a smile, but just then, the door opened. He looked to the door, which showed off the side of his neck. Gasping as I stared at the Joker clown tattoo on his neck, my hand let go of the coffee, and it hit the counter and burst open. I stupidly reached for it as if I could save it, but the coffee splashed all over my hands and arms.

“Ouch,” I yelled and jumped back from the counter.

Jorge came running from the front sitting area, and I was positive he was going to fire me, but instead, he undid the sleeves of my shirt and pulled them up to look at my arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I will be. I’m just so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that.” I looked up at the man on the other side of the counter. His face was blank of all emotion, but his eyes were hard, holding a look I couldn’t decipher. “I’m really sorry, and I seem to be saying that a lot tonight.”

He blinked a few times as if coming out of a trance. “I’m just happy you’re alright.”

“Why don’t you go tend to your arms and head on out? We were about to lock up anyway. I can finish making the customer’s orders.” Jorge laid his hand on my shoulder, and for the second time, he acted like more of a mother than my own mother would have in this scenario.