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Chapter 7 by LittleBoy LittleBoy

Does he get ready in time?

He does. (Adam POV)

My head was still pretty groggy, but as I pulled my pants on and ate the delicious soup and sandwich I was warmed up from head to toe. I felt ready to start the day. I stood up and went back to the dishwashing room to scrub my face a bit, but I blushed hard upon seeing the area where I was moleste- no, I wouldn't use that word... it was hard to say. I liked it... really liked it. So I can't say it was a negative thing. Agh! No, it shouldn’t have happened that way, I’m sure, and I shouldn't have enjoyed it, I know, but I couldn't fight the sensations she'd imposed on me that night... and if it never happened, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am today.

I tried to push it out of my mind while rubbing my face and arms with soap and water. I even scrubbed myself a little under my shirt, although I knew it was all a poor substitute for a shower.

I finished by drying then lowered my shirt back down, only to get the odd feeling I was being watched. I turned to the doorway and saw Kat just watching me through the open door, smirking with an eyebrow raised. "Thanks for the show, baby, but you really should get your apron on! We've opened.” She laughed and went on, “You're just lucky none of our customers saw you... Someone might try to steal you from me if they saw your cute bod."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I quickly covered myself with an apron, smiling shyly at her before she left. I started to get the sinks ready for the new shift. Our cafe was only open from lunch to dinner, and it seemed that I'd slept the entire half day. But I didn't feel too bad about the lost time. That delicious breakfast definitely helped... even if it was more like a lunch!

I went out to the dining area and fetched a tub of dirty dishes, sighing as I thought of the whole day I'd have to trudge through. It wasn't so much the work I had to do that made me feel low. It was the uncertainty I was facing.

I would remember that night forever, even if I didn't want it at first, and even if I was “bad” and didn't get to finish. I shivered at the thought. Was I really admitting that it was 'bad' to resist? Should I stop trying to fight the excitement she made me feel? And most of all... will that be the last time I get to experience such wonderfulness?

I was so distracted while walking that I nearly dropped the tub of dishes in my arms on the way to the dish pit. Luckily, a second pair of hands caught the end of the tub. I look up to a familiar tsking face.

"Baby, I can't keep an eye on you all the time. Are you lost in thought?" Kat leaned down, whispering in my ear. "Or maybe my baby is getting a little excited at work? Hmm~? Did something set you off, Adam?"

I blushed intensely, shivering more. I felt an odd stirring in my chest as I weakly responded, "N-n-no, I didn't-... I'm not-... I'm just thinking... "

She stroked my cheek then ruffled my hair, pushing the tub back into my arms as she stood up. "Well, I'm sure whatever the problem is... we'll take care of it tonight~ But remember rule two, okay honey? Can you remember?"

I was fully aware of the blush on my face as I looked up at her. I mumbled, "Yes, Kat... Don't tell anyone what we're doing." She smiled proudly at me.

"Good boy. And rule one?"

"A-always listen to and obey you?"

"Mmhmm~ You're doing so well, baby! You're being such a good boy~ Which means... well, if you remember the third rule, you should know. Stay after work tonight. And don't even think of disobeying this time... remember the rules."

She sauntered off into the cafe and I quickly ran into the dish room to hide myself from any judgement my co-workers might be casting at my blushing cheeks. The day went by quickly as I washed dishes, swept floors, and did menial chores. It was closing time before I knew it. As I began to clock out, still deciding whether or not I'll trust Kat and stay, the head cook approached me.

He had an odd expression, like he knew something about me and was embarrassed about it. Maybe even sympathetic. A tall man with a burly demeanor and full mustache, he laid a hand on my shoulder and said, "Hey, kid. I have to return a few items to the store. They were bad when we bought them. It'd be nice if I had someone to come along with me."

I was surprised and took a few steps back to escape his non-forceful grip. "Um... I actually have to stay here longer, drain the sinks and whatnot. Kat's still here, she can close up once we're done... Er, I mean, when I'm done!"

He looked at me with concern, adding in a quieter voice, "I know she's here. I just... look, kid. I'm giving you an out! You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I know her..."

Does he go with the head cook?

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