What is it with this guy? He's like a walking truth serum. One minute with him and I'm confessing my deep dark sins. The craziest part is, he never judges me, he just listens, he makes me feel, normal.

There was a time in her life she expressed her feelings in a true way, but we can't go on like that, right? We can't keep bawling like babies and throwing tantrums like toddlers; we do need to get a grip on our own minds. But there is a balance, a point of virtue, that she went passed so long ago. Every negative emotion is buried before she can even feel it, making her passive and weak. Everyone loves her for the girl she had turned herself into, the one that got noticed, the one that that fit in with the popular crowd, meanwhile every other feeling was crammed into her chest.

Bethany turned to look at the outfit she had chosen to wear for her first day of work. Jordan really had come through. Apparently one of the waitress from his friend's diner had gone on leave so they needed a fill in.

She picked up the outfit she had chosen then nibbled on her lips then put it away. Instead she chose a skinny jeans and the plainest top she could find. After getting changed and pulling her hair into a high ponytail she did a light makeup and went down to have breakfast. She was surprised to find Jordan already in the kitchen, with nothing but pajama bottoms on. Her mouth felt dry as she stood staring at the way the muscles in his back moved as he moved around. He was a living work of art, his brown skin so tempting to touch; every move giving away his strength. Her eyes went lower and caught the unmistakable evidence of his dimples, manly back dimples. He turned and caught her staring and she blushed and looked away.

“Morning” he greeted her

“Good morning. You're up early” she replied

“Not really. Usually I'd be out on the farm by now but I stayed back to get you started for your big day” he said

“What are you making?” She asked him

“Just some scrambled eggs and toast with avocado spread” he replied as though it was the simplest thing in the world. For someone like her she didn't have a clue where to start.

“Can you show me?” She could see the surprised expression on his face, heck she had surprised herself.

“Sure” she walked closer to him,looking up at him when their hands lightly brushed. She could feel him staring at her but there was no way she was going to look at him with her blush betraying her current state.

She watched as he crack some eggs into a glass bowl and then handed her whisk.

“Whip these eggs back and forth” he told her.

Her face broke out into a smile at his dry humor. She started whisking the eggs but gasped when some spilled out of the bowl. She slowly looked up expecting him to be angry but instead he stopped what he was doing and walked over to her. He stood behind her and she noted his manly smell mixed with a hint of old spice. She held her breath when he held her hand and gently started whisking her eggs.

“Gently” he instructed as they worked in sync.

When he moved away from her and went back to toasting the bread she released a breath  in a loose whoosh of air. He came over to add some salt and pepper. Then they moved from the counter to the stove. He made her stand to the side and observe and explained that he didn't want her going into work smelling like breakfast.

After getting everything on plates the sat and ate quietly. She felt good knowing that their first lesson together had produced something so delicious. Occasionally she would sneak glances at him but would look away feeling annoyed with herself.

“Give me a minute to put a shirt on and I'll give you a ride to the diner.” He told her then disappeared up the stairs.

The silence caressed her skin on the cool winter morning as they drove along, smoothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges. It had been one heck of a morning. His silence was somehow comforting to her and spoke for itself, it was peaceful in a way where she could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, he would forever be there for her.

OK this man is wreaking serious havoc on my emotions. I need to stay away from him as much as possible.

They pulled up in front of the the diner and she suddenly felt nervous. Kinda like how you would feel on your first day of school.

“Thanks for the ride” she told Jordan

He studied her face before nodding.

She climbed out of the truck as was surprised when she turn at hearing the other door open and close, Jordan had decided to walk her in. The gesture was so thoughtful and sweet she found herself feeling a bit emotional.

They walked over to the counter with Jordan greeting customers as they went along. Then finally a man from behind the counter greeted them.

“Hey Jordan you're a lifesaver man. I was about to put out an ad for a new waitress when you called. As you can see even in the winter time we're really busy”

Bethany quickly looked around and realized that the place was indeed busy. Almost all the tables had customers.

“So this your girl?” The man asked

She felt her eye widen and a blush made its way across her cheek.

“Yeah this is her”

If she thought she was blushing before she was pretty sure she was blushing tomato red at this point. She glanced at the man behind the counter who was quietly chuckling at her expression. When she looked up at Jordan his eyes were dancing with amusement. That's when she realized they were purposely goading her. She huffed and turned away from them.

“Bethany this is Brian. He's the manager here and your new boss. He will take care of you” she ignored the look he sent the other man.

“Nice to meet you and thank you for this” she said extending her hand.

“I'll see you later” Jordan told her before leaving.

She immediately felt the loss of his presence when he left.

“So does my friend know you have the hots for him or no?” Asked Brian

“I do not!” She exclaimed

“Sure, whatever you say darling”

Bethany followed Brian around as he taught her the ropes of things. She suddenly felt appreciative of domestic workers everywhere, this kind of job kept you on your toes, which means there was no time to rest.

Now here she was delivering her first order on a tray. She tried to concentrate with each step she took.

Slow even steps, hold the tray like you're carrying the queen's crown, set  the tray on the side of the table. Lift plates, put them before the customer and finish.

She beamed with pride as the customers thanked her. She turned to see Brian and a Georgia, a waitress she had met earlier, sending her a thumbs up.

Her victory was short lived when her next order turned into a total disaster. She was delivering a tray with two bowls of soup, she started out doing the same as with her first order. Except this time when she placed the tray on the side of the table, she safely places on in front of one customer while the other one tipped over almost spilling the contents on the other customer except the man jumped out of the way just in time. Most of it spilled over her over her apron and soaked onto her jean clad leg.

Her eyes welled up with tears both from the burn and from causing such a mess. She quickly apologized to the customer but he assured her everything was alright and it was just an accident.

“I'm fired aren't it?” She asked Brian when she went back to the kitchen.

“Its happened to all of us, don't be so hard on yourself” he told her.

At the end of her shift Bethany felt completely drained as though she was somehow leaking energy. She could feel like every muscle as though they were giving into gravity. What she wanted was sleep, a nice warm bed and a solid night of dreams, featuring a certain handsome brooding cowboy.

Her steps faltered as she step out of the diner. Standing leaning against the red pickup truck was Jordan, looking as sinfully sexy and handsome as ever.

“Hey” she said shyly as she walked over and stopped in front of him.

“Hey yourself” he replied as he turned to open the door for her.

As she climbed in she winced when the jeans pulled tight against the area on her leg that was burnt. She hissed in pain and immediately Jordan was at her side.

“What's wrong?” He asked

“Its nothing” she told him not wanting to sound like a cry baby

“Does this nothing have anything to do with the fact you spilled hot soup on your leg?” He asked with a raised eyebrow

“Brian called you!” She accused

“Yes he did” he confirmed

“You're checking on me now? I'm not a child!” She exclaimed feeling more embarrassment than anger.

“No, you're definitely not a child”

Something in his tone and the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat and her skin heat up. She was glad for the darkness in the truck as they drove home.

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