Well guys, who should update?
And now the work in the bar End is in full swing. Now my only concern is to keep Pablo away from Olivia.
Chapter 11
My first thought on leaving is about Cache. Licking my belly. Climbing tongue into the navel. And then looking so languidly into my eyes.
God, I was ready to swallow it right there, on the spot!
Damn bad guys!
I blame everything on hereditary weakness for them, because reason insists: you need to look for someone more suitable. Like Nick.
Nick.
To myself, I even sighed on behalf of only one. Nick is as gorgeous as a brother. It is natural. They are twins. And although there are fewer extremes that attract me like a bee to honey, he is endowed with many traits that are very pleasant to me.
The phone rings. I look at the screen to read who it is, but the name along with the number does not appear, so I do not know the caller. Im thinking whether to answer, but Ive woken up already, whats there.
Hello?
Good morning, a rude voice growls at me. In a split second, I not only recognize him, but also react. Everything in my stomach trembles with joyful excitement.
Good morning, I return the greeting. This is the cache.
I expected to talk to you yesterday, before you left.
This phrase provokes an unpleasant thought about last evening: shortly before the last group (guests) fell out of the place, Nelli disappeared behind the door, which, as I saw, was used by Cash, and neither she nor he showed up. Pablo explained to me what to do when closing, and when we were done with everything, he suggested that we go to the car. I agreed. She was annoyed and was not going to sit and wait for Cash, like a little dog. Even if he gave me a job. This is a fundamental point. I remember, I even thought: Yes, he is the same as all the bad guys a lover of fun, turn his head and, in the end, change.
Not that he shows by his appearance: I, they say, remain faithful to some beautiful lady; however, I would not be too surprised if he had someone.
Throwing these thoughts out of my head, I remind myself that I do not care about Cache. He is my employer, and thats it. The end of the story.
I didnt mean to interrupt you with Nellie, I explain, hating myself for the caustic tone. Pabdo showed me what to do. Nothing wrong.
Pablo, then?
I wonder or is his voice saturated with poison now?
Yes. He is a great guy.
The cache grunts and pauses, after which it continues:
Nelly is worried about something; she wanted to discuss this with me before tonight. Actually, thats why Im calling you.
I feel relieved. Instantly. And I hate myself for that. The conflict of feelings annoys me. But even worse, now Im thrilled. This bell foreshadows the evil.
Any problems?
Listen, Im not one of those who will beat around the bush or get into other peoples strife, so Ill tell you frankly. Nelly doesnt want to train you. She doesnt have any special reason, she just doesnt want to. I will not say what I think about it, it does not matter. It is important that I want you to work at The End. I know you have a special work schedule. If she cannot work with you, these are her problems, let her seek other activities that will make her happy.
So what does all this mean? What do you want to say?
Well, when I said all this to Nellie, she decided to stay. So you will study yourself. If you want, Nellie will deal with you. If not, I will do it.
The pulse quickens from the mere thought that I will spend so much time with Cash, and even in such close communication.
Maybe this Pablo will work out with me?
Long pause. Finally, cache responds. The voice is harsh.
Not. Pablo will not do this.
Thousands of thoughts swarm in my head, not the last of them, which makes me smile: is Cache jealous of me for Pablo?
I do not know what to say. That is, I do not want Nelly to think that I refuse her services. But I wont let myself survive. At the same time, I would not want her to have problems because of me.
Her task is not to love you, but to show how to do things. Is it because of this she may have problems?
Doubts are minimal. Regardless of what we have with Nellie, I know that if Cache starts working with me, it does not bode well. Im just not responsible for myself if he is around.
Well then, let Nelly deal with me.
Thats good. But if she starts to get you, immediately come to me.
I will come, I agree, not for a second intending to do so. No, Ill deal with Nelly somehow. Either we get along, or we have to learn to work with someone we hate.
I run my hand through my tangled hair, hoping that in the end it will be the first, and not the second. Its awful, terribly hard to work with someone who cannot bear your spirit.
Nellie took leave tonight, so you dont have to go to work until next weekend. Unless you want to take an extra shift on Wednesday when Nelly is working.
Actually I need money. Classes in college will only begin on Thursday at eleven, so that I can somehow settle down, the main thing is that this does not become a habit.
Wednesday is good. I can handle.
Fine, Cache says. Judging by the voice, with a smile. I am glad that he did not perceive my refusal of his services as a mentor as an insult.
I swear he has such a powerful ego that he did not think for a second to be offended.
If you need something, call. My phone is always with me.
How did you find out my number?
From one ass ass named Nash.
Donkey ass?
Yes, ass ass. Do not say that you yourself do not consider him a donkey ass!
From the awkwardness I laugh:
Hm, well, I dont think his ass is a donkey. With me he is always very nice.
Of course, dear. You are so amazing. What man will not be nice to you?
There are many of those.
Theyre all donkey asses, Hochmit Cash.
And they too?
Yes.
What today, all the ass asses all without exception?
Yes, cache repeats abruptly. The word of the day is pipifax.
I laugh this time sincerely.
Thats for sure?
Yes. And what was the word of the day yesterday, you better not know.
No doubt. And then suddenly the eardrums burst.
Caches voice is quieter and softer.
No, you can blush.
I am silent. I feel a pleasant fever pouring on my face. It becomes clear: no matter how I poke around, knowing that you do not expect good from this guy, it will be almost impossible to resist him.
Damn it!