The one thing Helga hated about her current job is the fact that the store's owner kept asking her questions regarding her father. During her initial interview at the electronics store, the guy asked about her experience with electronics, and when she mentioned her ex-father's business the guy couldn't get enough of asking her questions about every electronic there was out there. Helga should of took that as a huge warning sign because ever since that first day it was alway a huge list of questions starting off like this:
"So Helga, I bet your dad told you about every megabytes and gigahertz out there. Tell me what type this phone has. Can you answer me?"
"Helga, did he ever lay a hand on you when you were working with him?"
"Helga, did he promise you the store when he was done?
"So Helga, have you lost your temper like him?"
"Is it true he wanted to open a store in China?"
It was always, Hey Helga this, and Hey Helga that. The guy would boast how the moment he got into jail that his business went booming. For some reason he tried to rub that salt in her, but Helga would try to walk away with him dragging her into his office for a business meeting. A meeting that ended up with more questions.
Why didn't she quit? The benefits she couldn't argue with and the pay was pretty decent. Still when she was huffing and puffing up to her apartment, Helga noticed how some neighbors who spotted her quickly diverted their attention elsewhere. Helga didn't want to have anyone cross her path. Didn't want to yell at anyone innocent.
Getting into her apartment she knew she looked like a state in front of Arnold. She prayed he wouldn't say anything to her. She didn't want to hurt the one person who definitely didn't deserve her wrath. For his credit, Arnold went into the bathroom where she heard water running. Not even curious, Helga went to the couch to fall into it like a zombie. It was only 8 minutes later when Arnold came back out, and very sweetly helped her up to escort her in there. She saw the candles lit and the smell of vanilla in the air. Turning around, Helga hugged him. He knew how to quiet the beast in her.
"Relax and I'll get dinner ready for us." Was all he said after a brief kiss on her cheek.
Her eyes moist from his endearing sweetness, Helga raised her arms up to hint that she wanted help undressing. Arnold complied happily. When she was done, he took her hand to act as a gentleman so she can step into the tub and sink into the deep water.
Watching him disappear to the kitchen, Helga settled more into the tub to the point it reached her chin. Thank goodness they found a place with a large tub. Thank goodness she had him in her life.
Arnold hated to get simplistic with meals for the most part. He enjoyed indulging with what he was making. This time however he found out her comfort meal since that time she hid out at the boarding house. She loved turkey with stuffing, and cranberry. Her indulgent thing she loved cramming her face with was pastrami. Comfort was turkey with stuffing. Her indulgent craving was pastrami on rye. That girl loved to eat, and she had such a toned body from being so active that he couldn't help but look at her in awe.
Getting some of the stuff ready, Arnold set their small table only going out to the apartments garden to snag one pink rose. Running back up, he placed it in a decorative antique mug she found, and sat it in the middle. As he was readying things, Helga was already out of the bathroom quietly putting something on. Coming over, Arnold stopped at her wearing white panties with a lace trimming, and a white blouse with a couple buttons haphazardly put into the wrong holes creating this even more tantalizing view. The way she had it buttoned gave a nice peak to the full view of her breasts until she shifted slightly taking his view away. It was so beautifully teasing.
"What did you make?" Helga knew just by what she could see and smell, she just loved how he took her in.
"Ah turkey with stuffing." Arnold slowly said while he watched her close the gap between them.
Hugging him, Helga's eyes moistened again. "You make me fall deeper for you each day." This was her thanks to him and her thanks to herself. "I want you to know that."
"You do the same for me. You are always my light in my life." He breathed in her scent hating when she pulled away, but it was worth that loving look in her eyes. "I hope you take advantage of me later since you are teasing me with what you are wearing."
Her smile was both angelic and devious at the same time. It was a smile that only she could pull off. "Of course." With a wink she started to help him dish the food out when he told her to wait at the table. Complying, Helga left the kitchen to sit down. She smelled the rose in the mug before he came out with two plates. "I hope you didn't make desert."
"I didn't. Why?"
"Because I know what my desert is going to be." Helga implied seductively.
Arnold will breach the subject of her quitting her job at another time. Right now he wanted her to relax.
Not like his job can be a barrel full of fun a lot of times. Just like the grocery store, being a waiter was filled with sometimes overly sexed up women. He would be flirted at and when it came to tips he would find their numbers included. He knew how to deter all of them by simply ignoring them or mentioning Helga. He would brag about her making most of them think twice. Only once after a table that some sorority girls were at, they took a special interest in him. He blew them off as he remained professional, but the day after Helga's complaint of her work, came his own complaint.
One girl in particular took a high interest in him. They already knew he was married since he always talks of her. But it didn't matter to this one. She continued to come. Sometimes she would drag one of her friends along, sometimes she sat at the counter making comments to him. Each time he remained professional. Some times he wished to yell at her with what she said to him.
"You make that uniform look so hot that I bet it looks better off."
"I can see that you are sporting a mighty fine package there."
"What your wife doesn't know will never ever hurt her."
"Come and sit next to me and we can share a milkshake."
"Meet me after work and I'll make sure I'll relax you after a thorough stimulation."
He would always rebuff her. He would always leave. He complained to the manager, but nothing kept the girl away. It lasted for days until he was leaving from his shift. Heading out the back door, Arnold was fishing for his keys when he felt a pinch on his ass. Whirling around the girl stood there wearing the shortest imaginable skirt around with a see through top with her bra showing. He had enough.
"Hey there cutie. You like what you see?" The girl was moving her hand up her leg.
"No! What I would like to see is for you to leave me alone. You aren't my wife. What will it take, other than some lame obvious answer, for you to leave me the fuck alone!" Arnold wasn't much to snap at females, but even as he snapped at her, the girl looked more turned on.
Moving her hand up towards her chest, she smiled so large that he wondered if she will have any face left. "I can see the fire we can produce."
Growling, Arnold stepped back from her. "Do you need something more than clothes? You are showing so damned much that I bet any guy will try to take advantage of you. Don't you have any self respect? I guess not since you are hitting on a married man."
"But married men make the best lovers." She argued huskily.
Growling all over again, Arnold was sickened by her. He wanted to yell. Wanted to slap some sense into her, but what he got was a familiar voice coming into the picture. A voice he always longed to hear. A voice that can simply turn him on. It didn't seem to matter to the girl in front of him as she still kept her eye solely on him. Watching Helga come out around the corner, he noted what she was wearing which was the same outfit he first met her in.
"Wow, you have a stalker too." Helga quipped as she scanned the girl near him. "Or a hooker."
The girls attention flew to her. She scowled and it was a mighty ugly looking scowl that marred every feature of her face. At least when Helga scowled she still looked sexy doing it. This girl was a mess. "And who in the fuck are you?"
"His wife. Also if you want to try your hand at insulting me then dial 1-800-Get an imagination." Helga was as cool as a cucumber as she went by Arnold's side.
"Why I outta..."
"Yeah you should get tested for an STD. It seems you are long overdue for one." Helga returned in a very fast matter.
Arnold snickered at the flustered display of the girl. "Can I clue you in on what makes a woman sexy?" Looks lovingly to Helga. "This is what makes a woman very sexy. Brains, beauty, imagination, and style."
Helga couldn't help but beam at his words. "Look, I don't want to get into some sort of cat fight. I just want you to find another guy to hit on. Hopefully he won't take advantage of the situation."
Chewing her lip it seemed like she was pondering if this was a insult from Helga or some friendly advice. "Well I didn't know he was married."
"I told you umpteenth times that I am!" Arnold exclaimed as he came back to his frustration with the girl. "Could you just leave me alone."
Pondering that the girl finally turned on her heel to storm away. Helga was looking at her attire from the back side seeing her butt cheeks on half display. "Hmm. No jacket. I guess she was planning on warming up under you."
Bringing her against him, Arnold kissed her. "The only girl I'm warming up ever is you, Swan. Shall we get home?"
"We shall. Hey I guess you didn't see my text saying I'm rushing over since I went to the library to find some materials."
Pulling out his cell he spotted the text. "That girl surprised me. I'm glad you got here on time."
"Same here. Now let's get home so we can get warmed up." Helga suggested as she bounded over to the truck. "Come and get your sexy butt over here."
Arnold chuckled at her cuteness. No way in the world he would ever trade her up.
Sorry LeDawn if this puts cavities in your mouth. I really like you. :)
I managed to squeak this out and another chapter under limited power. Migraines are a bitch and wearing sunglasses while still feeling inspired to write on your computer is a pain. Thank goodness for a little help from my friend. Next chapter goes halfway through a present before flashing forward. I tried to include everyone in that chapter.