Rosie and Edelgarde were both in when Jimmy G, Bill and Kalista returned to The Falstaff Room. The girls, still in their street clothes, were standing by Kalista’s station drinking coffee and eating Greek pastries.
“Good?” Kalista asked. She smiled at them, visibly pleased that they were helping themselves.
“The best,” Edelgarde said. “No one makes these better than you.”
“That’s for shit sure,” Rosie said. She put what she still had in her hands into her mouth and finished it off happily. “How we doing?” she asked Bill and Jimmy G even before she’d swallowed. She sipped her coffee and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“We’re all good,” Bill said. He was already unloading Kalista’s items from the truck. Those things he knew where to put, he put away for her. Anything he wasn’t sure of he put on her counter.
Jimmy G didn’t do anything at first. He went to sit down but just as he was about to plant himself in the chair his aunt, Bill saw, gave him eyes, the evil/critical eyes, and she said something to him in Greek that caused him not to sit. Instead, he got steady on his feet and started helping Bill unload the truck. Bill could see that he clearly did not want to be doing this, but he didn’t say anything.
When they’d unloaded all of Kalista’s items, they pulled the truck closer to the double doors. As Bill passed Rosie, she stuck her tongue out at him and wiggled it a bit. Then she smiled at him and did a little curtsy.
“Nice sweet tongue at the moment,” she said. “A very happy one and a happy tummy too.”
Bill thought to grab his crotch in that male gesture, but then he thought better of it. He knew she’d have an answer for him and it wouldn’t be something he would want everyone to hear, not that he thought for one moment Rosie would be foolish enough to let everyone hear what she had to say. To the contrary, he knew she would wait until she could get close to him and whisper something in his ear.
Which is precisely what she did as soon as she could when Jimmy G and Bill were finished setting up. Jimmy had gone to his aunt’s station and was sitting off to the side fast asleep. Bill was alone in the small kitchen. He wasn’t really doing much other than making sure all was set for the dinner service.
Every so often, alone, Bill would stir the sauces, make sure all the spoons, knives and ladles (all serving utensils) were in place and set the way he liked them. He made sure the plate warmers were filled, the garnish was in place and extras of everything were set into the coolers. He went back and forth over the small kitchen, checked everything.
Rosie, now in her sexy uniform, stepped just inside the kitchen.
“My tongue is still sweet,” she said. Then she looked up. She was standing under the mistletoe which still hung in the doorway. She pointed up to it.
Bill was close to her, about ready to get himself a soda when she stepped in. Without responding, he leaned in and kissed her. As he did so, since Rosie was facing him and no one could actually see, he reached between them, between her legs and helped himself to a feel. As he pushed her panties to the side, she moved slightly to make it easier for him. He heard her moan when his touch got really real.
Then the moment was over, all too soon for both of them, but the way it had to be for where they were standing.
“Later?” Rosie said.
“Definitely,” Bill said.
