Meeting James - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter Two

... hand and led me out of the stall. I couldn’t help but look down and notice her tight black slacks and the amazing ass that filled them. My God, I thought, is there any part of this girl that isn’t perfect? She let go of my hand as I stopped at the sink while she kept walking towards the bathroom door. When she reached it, she stopped, and turned to face me. “It’s none of my business, but for what it’s worth, Dave makes everyone around here crazy.” She looked down, then those beautiful brown eyes looked back up into mine and she continued, “You’re right, he was an asshole, but I saw the way he was looking at you when you both came through the front door this evening. Give him another chance.” She smiled and walked out of the bathroom. I put my phone back in my purse and contemplated her statement. I took a moment to check my hair and makeup in the mirror and then I walked out of the bathroom. When James saw me walking up to the table, he stood up and pulled my chair out. I sat down and he pushed my chair in and then took his seat next to me. I looked at his plate. The snails were gone and a big steak was in its place. “I wasn’t sure you were coming back,” he said softly. Oh hell no, I thought. You’re not getting off the hook that easily. “I almost didn’t,” I said, looking icily at him. He looked down. I could see the embarrassment and regret in his eyes. Slowly, he looked up at me. He spoke softly, “I handled that situation poorly. It wasn’t right to leave you at the table by ...

... yourself, or snap at you when I got upset, and I apologize,” he said sincerely. “It’s ok,” I said. He reached down and gently rubbed my thigh. The world felt right again. We both ate silently for a few minutes. I could tell by the change in his demeanor that there had been a resolution to the situation between him and David. My better judgment told me to stay out of it. Then I thought, if I’m his girlfriend, why can’t I be nosy? “May I ask what happened between you and David?” I said quietly. He looked at me for a moment, contemplating my question. “An assistant manager has been stealing money for the last three months and I fired him. David wasn’t in on it, but I still held him responsible. Because he’s the manager, it shouldn’t have taken him three months to discover that someone was stealing from me. David is going to pay back the stolen money and everything is fine now.” James paused for a moment, as he looked around, and then continued. “He’s a good manager. Just look at this place, the customers are happy and this restaurant is very profitable. Firing him would only create more problems that I’d have to fix later. He just can’t be that complacent. He has to watch this business closer, and from now on, he will,” he said, before taking another bite of steak. I smiled sweetly at him. I found myself thinking how much I liked the fact that no matter what was happening, he had it under control. My mind was starting to wander, thinking about his love of control, when a voice ...