Chuck’s hand brushed against my ass as I was pushing a broom beneath one of the tables at the restaurant where we worked.

I stood abruptly, but my startled feeling of surprise didn’t chase away the rush of arousal that flooded me.

I heard Chuck laugh softly as he walked toward the small stage to roll up its rug.

The restaurant had been struggling for ages, so the owners had started booking live bands for Friday and Saturday nights. It had worked really well; the music drew huge crowds. Those became our insanely busy nights, and we practically had to shove people out the door at 1 a.m. when we closed.

We’d just given the last customer the heave-ho and were cleaning up. I was tired and smelled like the beer someone had accidentally spilled on me. But after Chuck’s little... Read More