Most people would rather have an indoor event b it somehow he ended up with the one client who wanted an outdoor party. Though his hands are preoccupied with providing various treats to today’s clients, his mind is on the heat. It’s funny how the very thing that highlights all his best features is also his biggest enemy at this moment.
While the money was good, evidence by the amount of food ordered as well as the square footage of the house. They could have at least had him a bit closer to the pool instead of being directly in the line of the suns fire. Even with the tent providing some cover, the heat finds a way to sneak a few hits on him. That slightly professional white tee clings to his physique.
In between the customer service smiles and slight small talk, those soft brown hues occasionally glance at a familar figure. A fellow witch. A rather beautiful woman who held a complicated relationship with our baker.
In a rather elegant swimsuit.
Occasionally she would stop by his tent for an Arepa. Sometimes an ice cold drink. He wasn’t sure if she was genuinely stopping by for something, or to mess with him. Wouldn’t be out of character. Their first meeting ended with him almost getting sacrificed. But their third meeting ended with their lips locking for a few hours.
“Hold on,” Chris says as he grabs a fresh batch of lemonade. “You get the first cup since it’s still ice cold.”
Maybe she was keeping him company. Either way he was appreciative. Why not show it? He’s still here so she can’t be that bad, right? As always he offers her a small warm smile.
Another hour pass full of clients asking him all sorts of questions that he was in no mood to answer. But moneys money. So hell play along. Amongst the rich assholes asking him about his backstory, his eyes find their way to Venera.
What was she doing? Are her hands on her swimsuit top? That’s odd. Maybe it’s uncomfortable. Expensive doesn’t always equal comfort-!!!!!
His eyes grow ten times at the peak she gives him. Her breasts the quickly greet him before they go back in the home of that top. He would be lying if he didn’t think about what she looked like under all those fancy outfits.
It throws him off so much, he loses track of his thought in front of his audience.
“Sorry…I thought of something…what was I saying?”
He’d make sure to thank her later for brightening this day next time she comes by.