Sherry gave her a ride to work. At the entrance they were greeted by a swarm of people with cameras. Sherry was bombarded with questions while, Rosalinda faded into the background and watched.
People shouted questions and snapped pictures. Some mentioned about having the diner being converted into mall. That couldn't be true, Jerry would never sell the diner even if his own life depended on it.
Sherry was just as surprised as she was. "I don't understand." Was all she muttered.
Rosalinda quickly worked her way to the diner's main entrance and opened the doors. Staff members entered and locked the door keeping everyone else out. All gathered together in the kitchen. Rosalinda nervously looked around the group looking to see if Jerry was among them. He wasn't there.
"Do we close the diner for today?" Someone asked.
She didn't know what to say. Neither did the rest of them.
"All of this has to be a mistake. Jerry wouldn't sell the diner." Another spoke.
Sherry stepped out and singled everyone to calm down. "I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. Surely they have it all wrong. This diner had been here for years, let's all just open up and work. Hopefully, Jerry shows up and clears this all up for us."
All murmured in agreement and split up to begin the morning shift. Rosalinda hung up her things and tied her apron around her waist as usual. Grabbing her note pad and pen she walked to her tables. Mornings were usually busy, but never this busy the whole diner was packed with people trying to get a table or trying to talk to the staff.
Reaching her first table she knew for a fact they weren't usuals. "Hi my name is Rosalinda, what can I get you today?"
Here were six men three in each side starting at her as if she were a simple prey. Squirming under their gaze, she made sure to keep eye contact short. Eventually, they ordered while asking questions about the diner and Jerry. Rosalinda refused to simply answer or stating she didn't know a thing.
As the day went, the buzz about the diner became old news and the usuals around dinner time arrived. The old couple from the previous day were sitting side by side and whispered to each other quietly. As soon as she reached their table they're faces replaced concern.
"Rosalinda is the diner really closing down?" Marty asked. Rosalinda frowned, she knew they were no harm.
"I don't know. Jerry hasn't make an appearance all day."
"Oh. Well I guess we'll order. Now, we'd like the usual." His wife said.
Placing their orders, Rosalinda took a second to look around The diner was no longer buzzing there was hardly anyone there.
"You got another costumer. He's new, pretty hunky too." Sherry said pointing to the table behind her.
Rosalinda shook her head. "You always think that."
Grabbing the hot plates full with food she walked over the old couple and placed it on their table. Wiping her hands on her apron, she then grabbed her notepad and walked to the next table avoiding eye contact.
"Hi my name is Rosalinda and I'll be your server. What can I get for you?" She said looking down at the lines on the pad.
A throat was cleared. "Yes, by ten I want this place cleared. I have people coming here to inspect for tomorrow's demolition. I would also like black coffee with one sugar. That would be all."
Rosalinda's head jerked up. Her eyes made contact with sharp icy blue ones that made her shiver. This man was not dressed like her usual customers, he wore a light grey suit and tie with a crips white shirt. His hair was ruffled and his beard was neatly kept, nonetheless gave him a rugged aura, that Rosalinda found herself attracted to.
Who was this man? Realizing she was staring she blushed and looked back at her notepad. "Sorry sir, but I can't do that without the owner's permission he's not here at the moment."
She heard him shuffling. "I'm sorry what was that? If you're going to speak to me do so clearly, you're mumbling is hard to understand." He stated bluntly.
Rosalinda flinched at his clipped tone, reminding her of Julian. Her hand went to her cheek and cupped it. He was probably like Julian too.
Taking a deep breath Rosalinda looked up at him. "I can't do what you asked in regards to leaving the diner, you'll have to talk to the owner, who's not here at the moment. I can get you the coffee you requested."
The man smirked. "Brave, yet so small and innocent." He quickly said. It was too quick for Rosalinda to catch so she decided to ignore it.
"I'll take the coffee and wait for the cowardice owner." He flicked his wrist signaling her to leave.
Gladly she left to fetch him his coffee. She saw Sherry already there with a steaming pot of coffee and pacing with rage. Rosalinda wondered what had her so angry.
"Sherry?"
Her friend looked at her and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Jerry did sell the diner."
Rosalinda gasped. "And that man over there told me by ten we all have to leave. The diner is going to be demolished tomorrow."
Sherry snorted and shook her head. "Jerry wasn't man enough to face us all, so when I called for the millionth time he apologized for deserting us."
What were they all going to do now? It was going to be hard for them all to find a job all of a sudden. Jerry's actions were uncalled for; absolutely unfair to all of them. How were they going to pay their pills and rent while looking for jobs? The school semester is about to begin and her school books don't come cheap.
Her coworkers that worked alongside her have families to support. "Let's finish up and leave, we don't have a choice."
Sherry nodded sadly as she handed her a mug and coffee pot. "I'm going to tell the rest of the staff."
Rosalinda prepared the coffee. She wanted to so badly throw the coffee at the newcomer, but he was only doing his job it's not like he's the one behind it all. Right? No one was that heartless.
Julian was.
Sighing and walked over the table. Julian was that heartless.
Placing the coffee in front of him she silently waited for him to say something.
"What are you standing there for?" He asked.
Not bothering to look up she relied. "Is there anything else you need sir?"
He grunted. "Yes I need the premiss cleared out by ten as I said."
Nodding she walked away. The elderly couple was no longer there and the diner was now empty. The staff left one by one with shoulders sagging. She couldn't blame them she too was sad, she no longer had a job and will struggle to keep her head afloat.
She and Sherry were the last to leave. Shutting off the lights she locked the main door and turned to head to the bus station. Sherry had somewhere to be and couldn't giver her a ride home. Half way off the diner's property she heard someone clear their throat. Looking around she saw the same man with the suit and intense blue gaze.
"Can I help you sir?" She asked keeping her head down once again.
He held his hand out. "Keys."
Her grip tightened around the keys in her hand, but she reluctantly handed them over. Her hand brushed against his rough warm one making her shudder.
She wondered how his hands were feel on her body like she imagined. Rough and pleasurable? The thought made a familiar ache appear between her thighs, making them clench trying to ease the delightful pulse. Making her want to reach under her skirt and rub herself till she was a quivering mess.
Her breathing quickened and her face felt flush. Her nipples hardened against her bra making them feel heavy. What would his mouth feel like sucking on them as his fingers teased her inner folds?
What was she thinking? Shaking her head she began to pull her hand away when his rough one snatched it back.
Rosalinda whimpered and tried to release his hold on he wrist. It wasn't tight and didn't hurt her, it only scared her. "Please, let me go." She asked.
Her heart was beating out of control, her knees felt wobbly as if she were to collapse in front of a man she hardly knew. She didn't even know his name!
He pulled her closer to him. He reached into his pocket and placed a card in her hand. "Call, in advanced. Be there tomorrow. Eight o'clock sharp." Without a second thought he left, leaving her in the middle on the diner's parking lot.
Looking in his direction she saw him get into a shiny black car, it peeled out of the parking lot leaving her alone under the street lights. Tightening her sweater and bag she walked to the bus and sat on the bench.
The card in her looked as if it were freshly printed in matte navy blue and gold print stating Wyatt Co. She never heard of them before. Why would he give her his card? Did he feel bad for taking the diner and is giving her a possible job? What about the rest of the staff? Should she take the job?
Questions swirled in the head, in trying to figure out what to do Rosalinda had reached her apartment. Dying for something to eat, she gazed at the card on her small coffee table. It wouldn't be fair to take whatever he was offering to her just because he pitied her.
She can't take the job it just wouldn't be fair. Eating the last bit of her night snack she rinsed off her plate, brushed her teeth and went to bed leaving all that's happened to her behind tomorrow was a new day and fresh start. She just hoped she finds another job and soon.
*
"You should have taken the job." Sherry said she she painted her toes cherry red.
Rosalinda had no luck today in finding a job. But she had hope, and that's what counts. She'll find a job in no time. Rent wasn't due till next month so she has a month to look for a job. Sherry was lucky enough to have found one.
"I'll try harder tomorrow, don't worry about me you know I'll find something." She said confidently.
"I always worry about you." Sherry said looking up from her toes. "So he really gave you his card? What did it say?"
Reaching over she took it off the coffee table she handed it to Sherry. Her friend's eyes glazed over the letters and flipped the card over.
Her eyes got wider by the second. "Do you not know who this is?" Sherry shouted.
Rosalinda shook her head. "No."
Sherry smacked her palm against her forehead. "I swear you live under a rock."
"Clearly I do. So who is he?"
"He's the owner of half the damn city. Owns practically anything he can get his hands on. Not to mention a bachelor." Sherry shouted.
"Oh." Rosalinda got up to get more snacks from her pantry.
"Yes big oh. You passed on something big here." Her friend stated.
"I don't need anything big, just something to pay my rent and books." Which is true, though the extra cash would have been nice. At the same time Rosalinda felt on edge thinking about working for someone who owned half the city according to Sherry. Someone that rich wasn't good news for her. And he was responsible for stealing the jobs from the staff at the diner.
"You are something." Sherry mumbled.
The rest of the day she and Sherry watched movies, while they talked about the diner and Sherry's new job. When night time arrived, Sherry left. While cleaning she saw the business card on the floor and picked it up. Turning it over for the first time she saw a number written on the back with pen. She definitely didn't see that.
Shrugging she placed the card back on the table and went to shower.
Coming out the shower she rubbed natural oils on her skin and put on a large shirt that reached down to her knees. Cawing in bed she closed her eyes and laid on her stomach with the covers over her.
Her mind began to wonder, imagining hands moving up her calf up the inner parts on her thighs, slowly parting her smooth thighs apart revealing her inner most parts of her body. Her body felt hot and bothered now at the thought of manly fingers rubbing her juices all over her folds while a hot mouth teased her breasts.
A moan escaped her lips as her own hands made their way down her body to her soaking core. Her fingers slipped up and down collecting her juices, easily Rosalinda spread it all over her clit. Legs wide, she used her other hand on her breasts massaging her nipples.
Rubbing her clit she was quivering in minutes. The idea of being in such a vulnerable position in front of a man like the one she met today made her moans grow louder. Taking a pillow she folded it and placed it under her lower back making her hips arch more, intensify the sensation her fingers produced.
The hand on her breasts moved down and a slim finger was inserted her tight canal. "Oh sir please fill me up with your thick cock, please." She moaned out breathlessly.
The naughty words spilled out her mouth uncontrollably. "Please fill my tight pussy, make me come."
Her fingers moved in sync with one another. Her back arched higher and her stomach clenched in anticipation for what's to come.
Letting out a final moan her thighs quivered in blinding pleasure while her hips bucked forward and back as she rode her fingers. As soon as her mind blowing orgasm dwindled down she was a shaking mess on her bed.
Pulling the covers over her with a shaky hand she laid her head down and sighed in content.