The lights in the Blue Moon are dim, Unchained melody plays on the jukebox, he is walking in the background, putting away the menus and the last whiskey glass on the bar. The air is thick with the smell of roses and Wine still in the center of the table as you wipe the table down with a damp warm cloth.

All you can think about is his presence, the stolen moments between you play in your mind, the teasing kisses on your neck as his arms are wrapped around your waist while you stir the pot of stew on the stove in the kitchen. You can feel his excitement for you pressed firmly against your buttocks and you nearly drop the spoon on the floor. You inhale his scent as he buries his lips in your hair, his hand pressed to your belly. His goatee tickling the flesh between your ear and side of your throat. He smells like Old Spice and Jack Daniels whiskey.

Tina heard a tinkle of ice being poured into the sink, snapping her from her reverie as she reached across the table cleaning up the puddle of coke that spilled from the customer earlier. Her cheeks were flushed as she tried to keep her mind on her work. Leaning further over, she grabbed the blue straw and placed it in the glass of watered down soda. She started to straighten up when she felt hands on her arms, one hand grabbed the cloth from her fingers and tossed it on the table.

“That table has had enough attention. I think it’s time I pay attention to you.” She heard him say, the huskiness in his voice made her gasp and her knees buckled as she felt him press against her. Tina shivered as he pressed his lips against the nape of her neck and one of his hands slid up her leg to her inner thigh, parting them with his thick fingers.