“Oh yeah you finally caught onto that, huh? Well I didn’t have much choice, you can’t really shorten your name much unless I call you Lee and I know I tell you your sexy as hell all the time but that sounds a little butch to me and its bring up a mental image of you with a shaved head and some enormously baggy clothes on.” I roll my eyes at the image that he’s conjured up in his head and I guess I can see his point. “My pretty was also one I thought would fit you too.”
“Aw that’s sweet Chase but it also reminds me of the wicked witch from Wizard of Oz, so I guess that one’s a no go too huh?” He leans down and kisses my forehead before heading into his bathroom to grab a few last minute things. “Okay last one and if you shoot this one down, baby it is. I know you don’t celebrate your Italian heritage much since your Grandma wasn’t one to spend time in the kitchen with you making big pots of tomato sauce and showing you the ways of fresh pasta but how about my little cannoli? That one’s totally originally, you can’t even deny it.” I snort out a laugh covering my mouth with the back of my hand so I don’t offend Chase. Obviously he’s spent a lot of time thinking about this. “Let’s just stick with baby, okay?”
The corners of his mouth turn up slightly as he nods his head at me in agreement. “Good that was the one that suited you perfectly anyways. I like to carry you around like a baby, you tend to whine sometimes, and you’re the most beautiful and peaceful when you’re sleeping.” I’m pretty sure he just insulted me in telling me that he likes me best when I’m sleeping but I guess I’ll let that one fly for now. “How about I make your nickname my little cannoli, it fits a certain male appendage of yours perfectly.”
“Oh really,” he says in a low growl and flicks the button of his jeans open before pushing them down along with his boxers into a puddle on the floor. “You willing to test that theory out?” He asks between kisses as he climbs on top of me and works my skirt up over my hips and shoves my underwear to the side. “Um you think we have time for this, aren’t the guys waiting for you?” I ask in between pants against his lips as his fingers explore my body. “Don’t worry, will make this quick,” he replies before thrusting his hips and ramming into me.
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“So are you excited for the guys to come back?” Remy asks as we work a night shift together. We were pretty busy for a week night and we both had full sections of drinking college students which tended to be pure chaos sometimes.
“Well I don’t know about the other guys but I can’t wait to see Chase,” I say teasingly as I run back a pitcher of beer to one of my corner tables. Especially after the quickie that we had a few minutes before he left. He obviously did that on purpose, just making me wait for more. I’ve literally been counting the minutes down until he would be home and I was going to jump on him like the sex starved girlfriend that I was the minute he walked through the door. I would make sure he never left me alone for that long again.
“You guys are so perfect together, you’re like Ken and Barbie. If Ken had tattoos all over him and Barbie was of Italian descent,” she adds.
I giggle at Remys description and shake my head. “Um thanks, I think. How are you and Mark doing?” I ask as I follow behind her with a tray of food for one of her tables. She drops off everything with each customer and I trail behind her to the kitchen.
“We’re doing okay I guess. I just don’t know if we’re on the same page. I think he just sees our relationship as something casual.”
“What Remy, how could you think that? That boy is head over heels in love with you.” I lean over and snag a piece of silver glittery garland out of her hair.
We had started decorating Ginos before the place started picking up that night. With the holidays right around the corner everyone was getting into the Christmas mood even our round little owner himself, Gino. He could be tough to work for at times but he had a soft spot for “his girls” as he called us.
And as soon as Remy and I had walked in earlier to start our shift, he had shoved an overflowing box of decorations at us and demanded “his girls” start spreading the holiday cheer around the place. I had rolled my eyes at the heap of garland and lights already having dealt with Ally decking out every nook and cranny of our small apartment the day after Thanksgiving. I wasn’t into all the decorations but Caleb loved them and that was all that counted.