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Chapter 7

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Savannah would have never thought she'd be as nervous as she was, but here she was standing in front of her bathroom mirror frowning at her reflection staring back at her. She was going for the laid back, but friendly look. Instead what she had was a cross between frumpy and too much leg.

The uniform sucked. It was for the most part, shapeless, but was too short even for her small frame. The top almost hid her chest which she reminded herself, she didn't exactly want to hide but didn't want to be ogled either. Well, maybe by a certain someone.

She frowned gathering the extra material pulling it tight in just the right places then grabbed for a safety pin from the counter. She'd originally been using them to keep the fly of her coveralls shut, now they were being repurposed. There. That was better she decided looking again. Now she just had to walk the couple of blocks over and hope like hell she proved her worth.

She could do this, she could work with Juice and not even stare at his chest or laugh at the ridiculous taco hat he wore. Oh god, she'd be getting one too she realized with a groan going to grab her purse from the couch. Still, the whole thing could be a lot worse. At least here the customers wouldn't be afraid to talk to her like they'd been at TM.

Glancing at the clock, and she couldn't be late like she'd been at TM either. Time for the work flow to begin.

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Mrs. Perelli had assured her that lunch was the only time they ever really got slammed at the diner, and now Sav was starting to wonder what she meant by slammed exactly since the place was packed now and it was nowhere near lunch time.

She'd only be working closings so she wouldn't normally have to deal with this she reminded herself . Tonight she just needed to focus on not spilling anything on anyone and making a good impression. Tips would be nice too if she could charm her way into any.

She stood there, looking around the diner taking in the sparse decorations when she heard a familiar voice. "You stalkin me now princess?" Juice asked in his thick New York accent behind her.

Turning around, she spotted him right off. He usually worked nights she knew now after looking at the schedule. From the way his eyebrow was raised she could tell he hadn't known she'd be here tonight too. It wasn't like she randomly brought it up during class earlier. If he didn't ask, she didn't tell, not like he'd bring it up anyways.

"In your dreams Ortiz. Its called working if you didn't figure that out from the uniform already." She said snappier than she really meant to but her nerves were bringing out the Gemma in her.

"Gee, here I was thinking you always looked like that outside of class." He retorted just as Mrs. Perelli walked up to the two of them, a smile on her wrinkled face.

Juice chuckled, letting her know he'd been joking. He knew how this game weny by now. He knew where she stood on them too, and that was the part he wanted to change. He knew she'd be into it, she just needed to forget this stupid notion that she didn't have time for relationships while she was here. That was a long time to be alone, and Savannah didn't seem like the type of person that was alone a lot.

Mrs. Perelli gave him a look that didn't meet the friendliness of her eyes. "Don't you be harassing my help, Juan. Not unless you plan on putting on that dress and waitressing." She scolded him, putting an arm around Savannah's shoulders. "Come on dear, I'll show you the ropes before you dive in."

Juice grinned back at the woman easily, slinging his damp rag over his shoulder. "I don't think I have the legs for it."

Savannah felt her cheeks grow warm at the knowledge that he'd been checking her legs out and tugged at the skirt a little, not missing the chuckle that rumbled from his throat. "If you'll just show me once, I think I can figure it out."

And she did for the most part. It was easy enough. She took orders, took the order to the kitchen where she hung the little slip of paper up for Pablo, Mrs. Perelli's husband, to read and start the food while she got the drinks to carry back out. Then, she'd wait to hear the bell in the window to ding before going back for her tables order. After they ate, she'd do the general stacking up of the dishes before Juice came by with his huge bucket thing and cleared the table for her.

She was starting to feel a little familiar and at home in the diner already, making general conversation with the other waitresses between customers. It was Juice who kept catching her eye though as much as she hated it. It was the difference in how he acted here than he did at class that had her peeking at him when she knew he couldn't see.

Mrs. Perelli babied him for some reason, she noted. The woman had scratched down an order and taken it to her husband then waited around for it only to grab it up and place it along the counter top before calling out "Juan! Lunch break!" and beckoning the boy over to eat it.

He'd grinned at her, ducking his head as she clucked at him, tucking at the collar of the white uniform shirt he wore saying something in Spanish. She'd sat down on the stool beside him talking to him quietly, every so often patting his hair like she would have a child's.

Savannah had treaded into a part of his life she was sure he'd never meant for her to see, she could tell from the way his eyes had burned into hers when he glanced up catching her in her peeping and almost glared a little. No, not glare exactly, but it wasn't friendly which was off since he'd never been anything but. Then she saw the red tinge on his dark skin. He was embarrassed, she realized, grabbing the plates from her table that had just finished.

And embarrassed or upset enough that she avoided speaking to him for the rest of the night.

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Juice was leaned against the wall just outside of the diner, smoking his last cigarette before he had to go back in. he really shouldn't have even taken another break but it was slow and he'd wanted the nicotine. Plus, he was sweating to death inside of that hot ass kitchen and it was snowing out here.

"Its Juice right?"

Turning, he saw a blonde standing beside him. He'd seen her before, but he couldn't remember where. "Its Skylar. Savannah's friend?" She reminded him upon seeing the look of confusion on his face.

At the mention of Savannah, he seemed to remember her just fine. Looking her over a little closer now, he scolded himself for not remembering her quicker. She was hot, nice curves, good sized rack. She wasn't a snippy little brunette that had an ass he'd been gawking at all night though. "Right, uh, Skylar. I remember you now. Savannah's over there with a customor if you're looking for her." He jutted his chin towards the door where Savannah could be seen laughing with a customer through the window.

His expression dazed as he watched her. He liked her laugh, wished she'd use it more with him. He wished she'd do a lot more with him but it was one baby step at a time he guessed. Her seeing him working like this was a minor setback. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he almost forgot about Skylar standing beside him until she touched his arm to get his attention back.

"Actually, I was here to talk to you. Wanted to see if you'd be interested in going out?" She lifted the end into a question, pretty pink lips curling into an inviting smile.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Girls like Skylar didn't go for guys like him. They went for jocks and idiots. Juice was neither. He was a dishwasher and grease monkey, only part time idiot. It wasn't only that that made him hesitate however. What about Savannah? This was her friend, the only friend he'd ever saw her with. shouldn't there be some kind of girl code about this shit?

"I don't know . . . Sav . . ." He trailed off, jerking his thumb back at the diner.

Skylar could tell he was about to reject her from the hesitation. That wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault Savannah couldn't appreciate what he had to offer. The small town girl didn't even want him. She wasn't interested and had said as much. There was no reason why Skylar shouldn't go for it. Okay, so maybe a small reason. Sav obviously liked him regardless of what she said, but still. She wasn't gonna make a move so why should Skylar wait?

Skylar gave her hair a flip, fixing him with a piercing look. "She told me she wasn't interested. She won't have a problem with this, us. Trust me."

She tried to ignore the look of disappointment on his face when she said that. If it got her what she wanted, then so be it. Glancing over his shoulder again, he stared at the girl in the question for a moment. As if she felt him staring at her, she looked over her shoulder and met his faze. Shooting him a confused look, he blinked and turned his attention back to Skylar. "Alright. My shift is over in a few. Why don't we get out of here?"

That was all Skylar needed to hear.

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A few minutes later, Savannh looked up from her notepad at the sound of Juice shouting a goodnight to the cook behind the window. He spared her a quick glance as he passed her, but soon enough his whole attention was on something else. She followed him, her heart stopping when she watched Juice throw an arm around Skylar and walk out with her like it was nothing.

She didn't know what to think. When did they even meet, let alone become friends? She wasn't even aware Juice knew about her. It wasn't like she introduced them, not that she could remember. She knew Skylar knew about Juice, she wasn't aware he knew her. They didn't even run in the same circle at school.

"Savannah, order up!" Mr. Perelli yelled.

Snapping back from her thoughts, she cleared her mind and nodded getting back to work. She could ask Skylar about it when she got home from her shift,, or if nothing else tomorrow on the way to calss. She was probably just over thinking it. Yeah, that was it. Her overactive imagination. That was it.

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After what seemed like forever, Savannah was finally going home. It was nearing eleven by the time she got back to the building. She was beat and she knew she still had to finish her essay for English class. Thankfully it was just proofing but that wouldn't take very long. She was desperate for a shower, she felt grimy and smelled like salsa. A shower was definitely her top priority.

There had been a small rush she hadn't been expecting and her waitressing skills had been put to the test. It was like everyone knew tonight was her first night and decided to come into the diner. Then, closing was even worse. Even at the garage to clean up it was really just sweeping and watering the crap away. Here, you had to wipe down the tables, then sweep, then mop. It wasn't over after that either.

She had to clean behind the counter and refill everything. She was just happy she didn't have to do the kitchen. She wouldn't have even made it home if she'd had to clean up that mess. It was a surprise to her that people did this every day. At that thought, she realized how fitting Juice's nickname of 'princess' really did fit her. She was spoiled.

She never felt so out of shape in her entire life. She was wheezing by the time she got to the building and not to mention freezing. She still wasn't use to New York weather. She definitely needed to invest in a heavier jacket, maybe some sweats. She could get back to jogging in the mornings, that would get her into shape and keep her body warm. There was a park not far from here. That would do. She'd have to look into it.

Stepping out of the elevator, she paused as she noticed a couple at the end wrapped up in a heated make out. The girl was trying to find her keys while the guy was practically devouring her neck. Rolling her eyes, Savannah continued on to her own apartment. She kept her back to the couple as she unlocked the door, about to walk inside when she realized something.

She knew that chuckle.

Her eyes widened in realization as she slowly turned around. Those brown eyes staring back at her, that grin on his lips as he kissed the blonde in his arms, she knew them. It was Juice and the blonde he was currently sucking face with was Skylar. She didn't know if she should feel more angry or hurt. She was sure as hell surprised.

Juice was watching her, gauging her reaction. He was amused by her surprised expression. He was enjoying the fact that she was so upset. Upon realizing that , she gritted her teeth together and turned back around, pushing her door open. Skylar seemed to finally get hers open too and pulled Juice inside. He looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with her. She looked pissed, betrayed, and over all just hurt as she slammed the door shut beind her.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

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It didn't take long to get to the bedroom, if he wanted to back out, now was his chance. But it really wasn't an option. Not only would Savannah still know, but he'd be giving up a free warm bed for the night. That was something he couldn't afford to do.

Pulling Skylar flat against him, their mouths battled for dominance as they backed into the bed. Her hands slipped down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. Raising his arms up, she tugged it over his head before moving her lips to his throat. He wasn't gonna complain, that felt really really good.

There was another pair of lips he couldn't help but think of though. And they were right across the hall and currently pissed at him. Skylar took control as she pushed him to sit on the bed, wasting no time to climb onto his lap. Pulling off her own shirt, she tossed it aside before crashing her lips against his again. "You with me here, handsome?" She asked breathlessly.

Flipping them around, he laid her down on the bed kissing her neck. Letting his hands slip down her frame, he paused at her panties and tugged them off with quick jerks. Hearing her moan, he knew she'd gotten her answer. Leaving a trail down her neck, he moved past her collarbone and to the top of her breasts.

She had a decent sized rack, nothing to complain about, but he'd had better. Again, his mind drifted to Savannah. Her breasts had almost filled his palms. He liked having something to play with instead of just little buds like Skylar had. She was an easy A cup, at the most. Savannah was definitely a C moving towards a D. Definitely not something to complain about there.

Fuck, what in the hell was he doing? He didn't compare girls. Especially to one he'd only hooked up with once.

Reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. Her hands were on his belt, getting it undone while he sat up on his knees. Once his pants and boxers were out of the way, he slipped on the condom and lowered down to hover over her, grinning when he saw her bite her lip.

His hand on her hip slipped between them, wanting to feel if she was ready for him yet. Not quite, but he knew she would be soon. He slid his hand down her mound, stopping to brush his fingers over the little strip of pale hair she'd left untouched before dipping two fingers inside of her. He watched her face closely, making sure he wasn't hurting her when he starting to move his fingers in a twist inside of her, loosening up her tightness.

The awed expression was far from pained when her hands grabbed his shoulders to brace herself, moaning softly. Juice leaned down, kissing her neck to her cheek, whispering into her ear. "I'll stop if I hurt you but I swear, you'll love what I can do to you."

Withering underneath him as he continued his task, she couldn't help but smile up at him. He was cute, treating her like she was some fragile girl. Pushing on his shoulders, she flipped them so she was straddling him. "Baby, just you wait until you see what I can do for you." She teased.

Chuckling, his grin was ear to ear as he looked up. His hands rested on her hips as she lowered herself onto his rigid cock. Biting his lip, she felt good. Pressing her hands against his chest, she started riding him. He met her thrust for thrust, his hand slipping up to cup her breast. Pinching her little bud, a moan left her throat. "Juice." She gasped, her head falling back.

The pace seemed to be fine for her, but it was too slow for him. He needed to be on top, get things really going, something to speed this up here. He shifted around, trying to flip them back but she shook her head, pushing him back into the sheets. "Not yet, baby. I- I'm almost there. Yes, yes." she panted, her eyes closed as she gripped her hair in ecstasy.

His grip on her hips tightened, trying to move her quicker. She didn't stop him this time, he could work with this. Groaning, his eyes closed as he felt his balls tighten. He was so close, just a little bit longer. Unfortunately, she came first with a cry. He road out her orgasm as long as he could before she pulled out of his grip and slid off of him.

Fuck, he was still hard. She wasn't gonna leave him like this, was she? Fucking hell, he damn well hoped not. She giggled seeing his expression and leaned down, kissing his neck. "You wanna cum, baby? She whispered, nibbling on his ear as she let her hand slip down his chest slowly. He was so hard it hurt, he couldn't not say no to that. " I think I can help you with that." She grinned, leaving a trailer of kisses down his throat to his chest.

She lowered herself down, leaving lingering kisses to his stomach. He squirmed, it was taking too damn long. She paused to take off his condom, tossing it into the waste basket before she lowered her head back down and took him in her mouth. "Fuck." He cursed, his upper body jerking in surprise. She didn't work up to it, not that he minded. She definitely knew how to use her tongue.

Swirling her tongue around his shaft, her hand squeezed his balls. She most definitely wasn't new to this. It wasn't long before he came in her mouth. He should have pushed her off, risk the mess, but she didn't seem to mind as she swallowed it all. Once he was finished, she laid up and wiped her mouth all the while smirking. She knew he was satisfied. "Fuck, Sky, you know what you're doing." He chuckled.

She hadn't kicked him out yet, that was a good sign. He was hoping she let him stay the night. Her bed was really comfortable. He just needed to tire her out so she won't think anything of it when he falls asleep with her.

He'd just have to get up early in the morning and hightail it out of here before she woke up and thought it was something it wasn't. Rolling over, he flashed her another grin. "Got another condom, gorgeous? I'm ready for round two if you are. My turn on top." He chuckled, nuzzling her neck as he waited for her answer.

With a nod, she reached over and looked for her box of condoms she kept there. Juice started in on her neck, trying to get her ready to go another round. He knew getting it up would be no problem, he could already feel himself getting hard. All he did was picture Savannah in those little jean shorts he'd seen her in. That little crop top that showed not only her tan flat stomach, but a good view of her cleavage.

Glancing down, he noticed his hard-on all ready to go. Yeah, that didn't take long at all.

Juice lifted Skylar's legs over his shoulders slamming into her roughly. She gasped, placing her palms on his chest. "Like that?"

She nodded, already bouncing her pelvic bone against him, grinding hard. The girl was an animal in bed, he decided, giving her deep, hard strokes that had her letting out load moans. "Harder." She demanded, tweaking his nipple between her fingers.

He braced himself, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and pulling on it hard. She loved it. "Tell me if I hurt you." He warned her, slamming in deeper.

After a few minutes of this position, he let her legs drop to wrap around his waist, swiveling his hips three times then thrusting hard with a pull of hair. He knew it was either hurting her or she was a pain person considering he was a pretty well endowed guy. He was inside of her so deep his balls were rubbing against her every time he pushed back into her wetness.

"That's the spot. There. Right there." Skylar directed him breathlessly. "Fuck me."

She was pushy, he decided, but let her take charge again holding him between her thighs and bucking against him until her lower back spasmed, her walls squeezing against him deliciously in a mind boggling release of his own that had him panting against her ear in gasps. She could work herself into the right amount of clenching her inner muscles and make him cum without much effort and hot damn . . . he loved it.

"Again?" Skylar asked when he stilled above her, legs still around him.

He had his work cut out for him tonight. There'd better be breakfast to go with the bed.