I work in a restaurant as an assistant manager. I'm pretty young, only 22, so it's kind of weird to be bossing around people who are my age or even older. I love my job, though and I enjoy the fast pace of the industry. I'm good at what I do, and I'm strict and not always easy to work with.
However, I'm still human and there are a lot of attractive guys I work with. Most of them are deadbeats or ex cons just looking to pay the bills, and don't stay long. I don't have a problem telling them what to do or telling them to leave if they can't do their job. But every now and then I meet a guy who smiles at me and I want to just throw him on the floor and rape him just to relieve the sexual tension. I don't though, and I never date anyone I work with. I may flirt or joke around a bit, but I'm very professional. Usually.
Robbie was one of my best workers, and we had developed a good friendship. Not a bad looking guy either; he was 18 with dark curly hair, warm brown eyes, 6'4 and a little chubby but I thought he was really sexy. After hours, when we were cleaning up the kitchen, we'd talk about anything and everything. After working together for about a year, five nights a week, we'd pretty much learned everything about each other. In a way, it was nice to have someone to talk to, but I was also worried he'd get pissed off at me and tell all my personal secrets. I think he had feelings for me; he enjoyed hearing about my sexual preferences and asked me a lot of personal questions.
Robbie definitely had a temper on him and there were a couple of times we butted heads and ended up screaming and yelling at each other. It didn't really affect our friendship; it's part of the stress of the job. But nobody could do the job like Robbie could; he was my best cleaner, cook and he could have the place closed down faster than anyone.
So when Robbie mentioned that his older brother, Joey, was looking for a job. Normally I don't like family working together, but if he was anything like Robbie I definitely could use him in my kitchen.
Joey came in the next day to apply and talk to me. We're a chain restaurant so all our hiring goes through corporate, but they allow me to do most of my own interviewing and hiring. Joey seemed like a nice enough guy; he was 22, same age as me. He looked a lot like his brother, with short dark hair, similar height and build. Instead of Robbie's soft brown eyes, his were a cold gray, and very intense. He didn't seem as friendly or as personable as his younger brother, but he had a decent work history and he wanted a job.
We worked together for a couple of months without incident. Robbie and Joey didn't have any family drama when they worked together, so I figured I'd made a good decision. I found myself liking Joey in spite of myself. He was very different from Ronnie; more withdrawn and serious. We talked sometimes, but usually just worked quietly. I learned a lot about him over the weeks. He was a very sweet and considerate guy.
I developed an attraction to Joey at first, but I did my best to leave it at the door when I came to work. So far, Joey had been friendly to me but had shown me no outward sign of being attracted to me or anything. He'd smile at me or brush against me when he passed, but that was about it, until one night.
It was a typical night, a Wednesday. It hadn't been too busy, and it was closing time. Everyone was gone except Joey and I. I went up front to lock the doors, then headed back to the office to finish up my counts and paperwork.
"Are the doors locked?," Joey asked.
