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The relentless winter wind dances down my low cut shirt as I pull my hair up into a ponytail that reaches the middle of my back, and walk into the restaurant for my second shift. I make my way through loud guests screaming at the television sets, and through the winding employee hallway, to secure my purse in a locker.
I’m happy to be alone for just a moment before my shift, and I take this time go adjust my bra straps, apply my mango chapstick, and stretch.
As I’m stretching I hear the managers door behind me open, revealing our Kitchen manager, Ken. I met him briefly yesterday while on a casual tour of the restaurant with my trainer.
“Do you need some help with that, Alexis?”
His deep voice sends a chill down my back.
He is hauntingly handsome, he has a certain presence that makes me both anxious and intrigued.
I immidiately rise out of my forward stretch, blushing and at a loss for words for just a moment.
I want to stand my ground, simply say ‘no’, and walk away, instead my hormorones respond for me,