"Jane, you're late again."
"I know, Daddy."
"And stop calling me that! I know you think it's funny, but I really am old enough to be your father! And, if my ex-wife comes in here and hears that? Holy crap, she'd kill you first, then me! It wouldn't matter whether you were just joking or not. And, it doesn't matter if our divorce was final last week. She still owns 1/4 of the coffee shop!" I huffed.
"Besides! You're in trouble! This is the third time you've been late in the last seven shifts!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Friendly. I really am. I just got to daydreaming on the bus again and missed my stop.
"Is there anything.... ANNNNNNYthing? I can do to make it up to you, dad... uh, Mr. Friendly?" She tried.
Then she leaned forward a little and her shirt slipped forward revealing a tantalizing view of her cleavage. A valley made up of smooth, supple, young skin. William could see the tops of her bra cups and the center clasp. Then, the cups slowly fell forward. Slowly they created a shadow between skin and fabric as her breasts fell forward. They weren't big, by any stretch of the imagination....
William's imagination had already done some stretching. He imagined her breasts were just a little smaller than a handful. He imagined her nipples were the same color as her lips.... Maybe a touch darker? He figured they'd be the size of a pencil eraser. He imagined them hardening between his fingers....
And he caught himself AGAIN! And, as he slowly raised his eyes, he found hers.
Staring.
At him.
At him with that god damned Cheshire grin on her face.
Fuck. She knew.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
How was he ever going to get the upper hand back from this little cock tease? Eh, he'd figure it out. He'd had to deal with little girls like this before this. Although, this one sorely tempted him.... More than any before. Much, much more....
"Okay Jane, just... Please try to be a better employee... And try to be on time tomorrow."
She just looked at me with that grin.
"Hey, can you go help Emily with grinding and bagging that coffee I roasted this morning, please?"
"Of course, Daddy." She replied and turned to walk away...
I almost spanked her right there and then. But that would have been all kinds of lawsuits and trouble I did NOT need. Luckily, she didn't push her luck anymore and headed off to do the work, I'd asked of her.
She really was a good employee.... And a nice girl... And I really needed to stop thinking about her the way I did. She was what 26? I was just over 50 now. I had a daughter older than her. But man, she was fine....
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Later, near closing, it was just William and Jane alone in the store. They'd been cleaning up the last dirty mugs and spoons, wiping down the counters and cleaning up the espresso machine. The last customer left, and William locked the door. He headed to his office and finished up the last of the paperwork. Jane slipped in at one point and sat quietly watching him.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Why don't you like me?" She blurted out.
"Wh-what?" I stammered.
She just stared at me. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes as I looked at her and not having a clue how to respond.
"I like you a lot, Jane. Otherwise, I never would put up with some of the things you do." I tried the best boss voice I could muster.
"Y-you l-like me?"
I was quiet, all of a sudden. My mouth to brain connection was interrupted and my mouth was suddenly very, very dry... My brain was dry as well! Dry as a desert of any ideas about how to answer that question.