All morning, all i could think about was that soft and subtle touch on my neck. Every time i thought about it, i lost track of what i was doing. I had never met him before, but it felt as if....as if we belonged together...I needed to see him again. I didn't care how, or when, but i needed to see him.
At one point that morning, while i was getting dressed, i thought about how good it would feel to have him touch me again; to hold me, or even too.... have him make love with me.
I instantly shook that thought from my head, and looked in the mirror, again, to see my outfit. I tilted my head sideways, and looked at my ugly black outfit, with a white apron. Well, being a chef had some benifits; great food, and a great pay (since i owned the restaurant myself) but the uniforms we wore were absolutley hideous. i really need to update our attire, i thought to myself. But then again, with my body i could make these black and white clothes look pretty damn good.
I smiled and turned to go get my shoes, and when i opened my closet, i was surprised to see a new, black leather jacket sitting there. My smile turned into a frown as i thought about all the leather jackets i'd ever bought...Nope, it's not mine, i thought to myself. I began to recall all of the leather jackets i had ever owned.....the only one i could remember having was my brothers after the car crash...I had gotten cold, and he told me to take it....I opened my eyes, i had unconciously closed them. I stared at the jacket and began crying, silently. I had to get out of here. I reached down and grabbed my work shoes, and turned around with the leather jacket in my hands.
To my surprise, there was someone standing in front of me, and i bumped into them.
"oops, sorry.....wait, what are you-" my sentince was cut short as i realized that i had run nto something big and black. It was him. I felt his body shake as he laughed, and he gently took the jacket from my hands.
"Thanks," I heard him say. His voice was so gentle, but at the same time commanding. But i could tell he was talking to me in a different kind of tone, as if he was trying not to....to do something. Just the way he was standing.....so tense. As if, he was holding back from me.....
He started to move away from me, and i suddenly yelled "Wait!"
He stopped moving, and i ran into him again. I all but started sobbing into his chest, it wasn't because i was hurt. It was because...i didn't even know why...I just needed some one around, and he always seemed to be there when i started thinking about something horrible... all i ever needed was someone to talk to, but there was never anyone around....and now that somebody was there...i couldnt let the opportunity pass me by.
I could tell he was awstruck at my reaction to him. But he akwardly put his arms around me and pulled me in close to him. I could hear his heartbeat, it was going so fast! And his body was still so tense; for a moment i wondered why he was so... i didn't know how to finish the thought.
For a while, i just stood there locked in his embrace, it just felt so right. As if he was specifically designed just for me and only me.
"You need to go to work now," he said after some time. i quickly got a hold of myself, and i stepped back to rub my eyes so he wouldnt see my on-going tears. But when i took my hands away from my eyes, he was gone, and so was his jacket.
I looked for him, throughout my aparment, for five minutes and then my wall clock beeped at me. It was already 10:00, and i was going to be late.
I drove to work in a daze, and when i walked into work, i was rushed into the kitchen by my partner cheff..
"I'm sorry Misty, but the costomers were complaining, and i had to start it......."
When i walked into the kitchen, the first thing i thought of was the wretched smell coming from three pots on the stovetop. Around me, my entire staff was yelling at me, telling me this, and telling me that. Most of it was just jibberish in my already distracted mind. So i did the only thing i could do, i screamed.
"QUIET!" all the voices around me instantly stopped. "Everybody OUT!" Everyone rushed to get out of the kitchen, probably to make sure they weren't fired first. "smart choice," i mumbled to myself quietly.
Soon enough, i was left alone in the quiet kitchen, and a horrible stench and gurgling coming from three of the pots. I sighed, and got to work on fixing each of them. After 10 minutes of fiddling with the pots and spices, i was about ready to just give up.
I started to silently cry as i set out to make three new batches of my famous spaghetti sauce.
I dont think i've cried this much since.....since forever, i thought to myself. With one hand on my hip, I reached my free hand down to turn off the burners, when another hand stopped me.
"Why do you keep following me? If you keep doing this, one of these times someone is going to find you and you'll get into some serious trouble," I said as the black paw turned down the heat for all three pots.
He laughed, and whispered into my ear "Trust me, i never, Ever get caught doing anything wrong." He slipped one arm through the hole my hand on my hip had created, and the other grabbed my free hand and made me grasp the wooden spoon sitting there on the counter. My sudden intake of breath made his hand hesitate only a second before plunging it into the pot of goo closest too us.
What he didnt understand, was that i felt his hard, lean body push uo against me. His stirring made his body move against me, and the way his body pushed into mine! It felt wonderful, and I had to hold back a shiver threatened to take over. I didn't want him to stop......... I MEANT, i dont want him to stop helping me fix the food, i told myself strictly.
Less than three minutes later, the each of the pots of goo actually resembled spaghetti sauce.
"Thank you," i whispered to him. I could feel his body tensing up just then; the exact opposite of mine. I all but turned to jello when he stopped stirring. The sudden lack of movement took my mind off of standing up, and i began to get weak in the knees. The only thing keeping me up was the thought that he would leave if i moved, and as long as i didnt turn around to face him he wouldm, hopefully, stay.
"I need to go," he said out of the blue, and suddenly pulled away from me.
"What did i do wrong? I didn't turn around this time. Cant you just stay?" I couldnt believe myself. I was Actually Pleading with him!
"No, i cant stay, I need to go now," he said quickly and quietly.
"Wait!" i all but screamed at him, for the second time today. "Can you at least tell me your name before you go?" I rambled, without turning around.
"Jet," he said almost inaudably, and i almost missed it. I tried turning around to see him before he left, but he was so quick! He was gone already.
Just as Jet left, one of the servers walked back into the kitchen, almost hesitantly.
"Ma'im, may we please come back in now? Our customers are still waiting for their food."
"Yes, you can all come back in now. And get me plates! I need plates in order to serve them!"
As the server quickly left, I ran to go get the rest of the staff, and i went to go get the plates. To my surprise, they weren't in the cabinet, they were sitting right beside me, along with a note sitting neatly folded on top of the stack. I opened the note and read it slowly. It said:
Misty,
Good luck with work today. Make sure to stay on top of things.
We can talk more later, when you get home. I'll be there.
Good Luck,
~ J
For the rest of the work day, i couldn't stop thinking about Jet. He was so.....mysterious. But that's what i liked the most about him..... And i knew, that tonight, things were going to be different. He was not going to walk out on me this time. I knew that for sure.