Free Scream My Name by Kimberly Kaye Terry Page A

diner.
    It was the first time he’d actually seen it. Neither he nor his partners had ever actually been inside the shops they were buying. It had never been necessary before, their only interest was in the land.
    The décor of the café was offbeat, but had its own charm.
    Most of the tables were intimate, holding no more than four chairs, and the spattering of booths with benches where the old wood gleamed, polished to a high glossy finish, added more charm to the old café.
    There was a smattering of prints that were by no means high art which adorned the walls, yet the pictures blended perfectly with the café’s eclectic décor.
    In the center of each table was a small glass vase with fresh flowers. Surrounding the vase were small red see-through glass candleholders. His waitress had lit his as he sat down, and he thought it a small bit of charm, adding to the overall cozy feel of the café.
    There weren’t many customers left, the last remaining few were either drinking coffee or paying their bill. He watched as Leila smiled at her customers, her charm reaching out to them though she appeared to not even note the effect she had on them, men and women, as she smilingly accepted the money, her charm effortless.
    She moved from one table to the next, casually talking, her low husky laugh reaching over to him to envelop him, pulling at him.
    He followed her with his eyes, her slim, shapely backside gently swaying back and forth in the close-fitting knee-length skirt that was not in the least bit provocative, or at least it shouldn’t have been. Yet the split in the back gave him an enticing glimpse of the back of soft, smooth looking…lickable knees.
    His shaft stirred in his pants when she dropped her pen and bent over to retrieve it, and the skirt hitched up to reveal more of her honey-colored thighs. Damn. Unable to look away, he watched her stand up and gently tug at the hem of her skirt.
    She turned slightly, her glance finding his centered directly on her rounded bottom. She quickly turned away and with a brisk step, headed back toward the kitchen.

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    B randan continued to watch Leila interact with her customers, taking an occasional drink of the sweet tea, wondering when she’d make her way back over to him.
    He also idly wondered if she always wore such slitted skirts and high heels when working. Not that he was complaining.
    He felt a male grin of pure appreciation cross his face while watching her rump as she bent over, and her long legs take her from table to table as she mingled with her customers.
    He’d always been attracted to a certain type of woman—usually the small dainty type were his cup of tea. Not too small that she made him feel like a pedophile, but small enough that she fit perfectly beneath him.
    But this woman, with her curvaceous yet athletic looking body, had him longing to feel what it would be like to have her underneath him, giving back as much as she took as their bodies twined together, wrapped around each other as he stroked into her.
    Brandan subtly adjusted himself in his pants, and widened his legs, automatically giving himself more room as his dick began to swell, just thinking about what it would be like to be inside her.
    When his food arrived, the flavorful aroma instantly assaulted his nostrils and made his mouth water.
    Instead of a traditional bowl, the steaming hot chili was held within a toasted brown-bread bowl, with a piece of cornbread on a small plate beside it. Brandan eagerly picked up the fat round spoon and stirred the aromatic concoction of black and red beans, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and fat hunks of sausage.
    His culinary talents weren’t anything to brag about, despite the fact that his mother had cooked for a living most of her life, so he wasn’t able to name what other ingredients were in the chili. All he knew was that it all looked delicious.
    He took a careful mouthful, unsure what to expect, despite the wonderful smells. He had been certain