Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... the dive I’d only imagined earlier. The tray toppled first and I tumbled to the floor soon after, hitting the carpet hard enough to make it look like I might have cracked a couple of ribs. The sound of smashing glass drew everyone’s attention and thankfully gave Logan what I assumed would be a much needed chance to recover. Several people gathered around to help me to my knees. I mumbled a few thank yous and apologies, sneaking a look through the small crowd to watch Logan’s intended fiancé grab her evening bag and stand beside the table. She shook off his final attempt to placate her then stalked from the restaurant with her mouth set in a determined line. I watched on in surprise, unable to decide if it felt like a victory or a defeat. Instead of chasing after her like I’d expected, Logan’s gaze immediately shifted my way and pinned me to the spot, kind of like he’d known exactly where to find me. Shit . With the breath already knocked out of me I had to fight even more for air. I moved to my feet and grabbed the edge of the table, doing my best to ignore him while I tested my weight on the ankle that had taken the worst of the fall. Sarah and another member of the wait staff hurried over with the cleaning equipment. She gave me a quick once over to search for any obvious injuries but when her eyes met mine again I detected a glint of knowing in them. “Are you all right?” I nodded and flicked a piece of glass from the knee of my pants. The hole in the black fabric and ...

... the sting beneath told me I might need some minor first aid. “Just wonderful, thanks.” “Why don’t you go get cleaned up?” she suggested. “You’re almost done for the night anyway. I’ll take care of this.” “Thanks.” With a smile I headed off in the direction of the staff door that led through to the backroom, adding a slight limp to make my performance a little more believable. While I untied the apron from around my waist, I sensed before I saw the tall, masculine body fall into step beside me. “Was that really necessary?” Given what he’d just been through it surprised me to hear the humour in his deep voice. I let out a breath and sent him a look. “Do you really need to ask? You were dying a slow, painful death out there. Someone needed to come to your rescue.” “Thanks. I’m surprised you didn’t grab her in a running tackle when she was leaving.” I pushed the door open and held it for him, aware that I shouldn’t be inviting a customer back here but hoping the other staff members would be too preoccupied to notice. “So am I. Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind, though.” I tossed my apron over the back of a chair and smoothed the front of my black shirt. He laughed then, a deep, rich sound that had me feeling all warm inside. While I pulled the first aid kit from the cupboard above the sink and hoisted myself onto the narrow bench, he stood near the doorway and looked around the cramped space. A couple sets of lockers sat against one wall, while a small table and two ladder backed ...