Nola
I am halfway through my shift, and I am ready for home. The only good thing is I am seeing Kylan after. I am going to his, and he is cooking. He has been good to me the last couple of days, helping with my stress over work and school in any way he can.
I am in the middle of making drinks for a couple of customers when I feel someone come up behind me, too close for comfort.
“Can I give you a hand, darling?” The second the words came from my bosses mouth, I felt like gagging. He can be such a creep at times.
“No, and I would appreciate it if you get out my personal space,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Christ, chill out. You need to get laid, sweet cheeks.” He laughs. His laugh is enough to make me shudder and not in a good way.
I fling myself around to face him, and he step
