“Slow and sweet,” Rosie said.
The night was almost over, one of the slowest they’d had in forever. This was because it was just after Christmas and people were home, not doing much but finishing out their year and making plans for the new year’s celebration. At least that was the way Bill reasoned it.
The night was so slow he could have done the service all by himself. In effect, he pretty much did do it this way since Jimmy G did what Jimmy G did. He spent some time with his aunt, talking, sitting in the chair there napping. He spent some time with Bill, sitting on the make-shift chair he kept near the kitchen, which was really a milk crate. Sometimes when Jimmy sat on that crate Bill remembered sitting out in the hall at Suburban with Bea and Mary and Henry Lee. Jimmy G also took his trips to the main kitchen to hang out with Jimmy Banquet Chef and Victor.
Bill did not mind working alone. Bill did not mind being by himself. Slow as it was and with the drinking they’d all done earlier, it was a long, long day, boring and refusing to end. So he drank espresso from time to time and diet coke when he was thirsty and wanted something cold to drink. He did not eat much although at one point Kalista made him a big Greek salad which he munched on over on Jimmy’s side of the kitchen where the customers could not see him eating. Both Rosie and Edelgarde helped themselves to some of that salad. At this point there was no reason to worry about sharing silverware or food.
They met in the distant staff bathroom. Rosie had already eaten, Jo Ann was already gone and Bill had fed Caesar his usual steak. Jimmy G, because he’d been away most of the night, most of the service, had come in and told Bill to take a nice, long break until they started to clean up. Rosie, with nothing to do, had been hanging by the open serving window/hearth and heard this. She winked at Bill and Bill knew to head out where they would meet.
As always, they’d locked the door behind them. Neither one of them seemed in a hurry, and really neither one of them was. Only trouble was a comfortable space, but both of them were familiar with where they were and made do.
“How slow and how sweet?” Bill asked.
“I get ready just thinking about you and this,” Rosie said. “I’d say do with me what you will, but here’s what I want.”
Standing there, between the stalls and the sinks, right in the middle of the bathroom’s floor, Rosie leaned in and whispered into Bill’s ear. What she said did not shock or surprise him. Her breath caressing his ear was soft and sensual and as she continued whispering, he held her close to him and ran his hands along her back and then down to her backside where, because of the uniform, he could easily reach up under the maid’s skirt.
They kissed standing there, and while he fondled her, she reached between them and caressed him. He was already roused. Good to be young, just a pup he thought sometimes. Feeling him roused roused her more and Rosie closed her eyes and let a soft moan escape.
“And you can cook too,” she said. Then, “Think we’ll be missed?”
“Not really.” Bill reached behind him as they kissed and untied his apron. Then with both hands he took it from him and moved away from her toward the sink counter. He spread the apron out on the counter and made it soft and as comfortable as he could for her.
“Come,” he said. “Slow and sweet.”
