Post by Shelby on Mar 20, 2016 10:59:47 GMT -5
Even if she wouldn't admit it, Chardonnay knew she'd feel bad if he ended up having to go in to work. When she turned back to look at the clock on her nightstand before heading into the bathroom it was nearly five o'clock, the time she knew Arthur had to go in to the theater. Or so she thought anyway. The last time she had discussed anything work related with him he had been a manager, but now he was a supervisor. Given new responsibilities, given a new job title that put him one step closer to getting to the owner status that he so wanted. When did he get that position, and why had Jason given him that? Maybe listening to her father speak gave Jason the idea of wanting to promote Arthur, or maybe it was just of his own judgement. Who knew. She guessed Arthur wasn't that bad of a guy, but she guessed she couldn't judge him too harshly. She had only seen him at work once, and she doubted that she had seen him in his best moment.
When he spoke she turned and looked at him, resting her hand against the wall as she rose her brows. So she could always call him? She smiled at that, blushed, and she turned her head to look away from him. "Okay," she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. She could always call him... That comforted her.
After their showers Chardonnay put their damp clothes in the dryer after changing into a pair of her nightclothes. It certainly wasn't anything like the over sized shirt she normally wore when he was over--she told herself that she'd have to buy herself a new one since the threw the last one away--but it'd work for now. She undid the bed, didn't comment on the new sheets, and quickly fell asleep with the rain still pounding against the windows. Arthur's phone never vibrated throughout the night, nor did hers as she plugged it into the charger in her wall. The two slept well past twelve o'clock, and when Chardonnay finally woke she was unwilling to get up. The rain had stopped falling, though the sky was covered with gray clouds, looking like ash coming out of a volcano. Everything was wet outside, drenched, as leaves from palm trees scattered about, along with other debris that hadn't been able to stand the harsh weather. The tornado warning was gone for the area, the sun should be coming out soon, maybe within the next day.
To be honest, Chardonnay didn't pay much mind to it all. When she turned over in bed and looked at Arthur, she couldn't help but smile. What was it about him, she didn't know. They weren't in a relationship, she didn't really want to be in one with him, so why did she want to continue to fuck him, to have him in her life? She didn't know, but she pondered on her thoughts as she laid there, looking at him until he finally came to as well and blinked his eyes at her. She hit his face with a pillow, just to bother him, but got out of bed with a small laugh as she headed to the bathroom. She had a better out look on things.
Her better mood resonated with her work over the month that they got back together. When she first walked in to work the next day she had been embarrassed, but she had been happy to see that everyone, excluding Edward, had showed up. She smiled at them sheepishly, put herself in her office until she called all of them--chefs and serves included--to the kitchen for a meeting. She told them of how the restaurant was going, about the sales, about how everyone loved the food and the service that they received when dining here (she got smiles from that) and then she apologized for the other day. She said that, lately, things had been rough for her, personal issues that never should have effected her professional life and that she never should have yelled at all of them like she had. She told them that she valued all of them and was appreciative of all of the work they put into the restaurant and that if she had hurt any of their feelings or offended any of them then they could come talk to her at any point. She glanced at everyone's face, watching their shifting eyes, watching their mouths twitch. No doubt they were confused, but most of them accepted her apology with smiles and went back to work.
Her usual iron-fist self came back shortly after. She examined everything, but there had been a change. Maybe she was a little bit nicer, and maybe she didn't breath down their necks as roughly as she had before, but she wanted to give them space. To let them prove that they could do their work without her watching them like little children who needed constant watching. They were adults, they knew how to do their job, and she needed to have a little more faith in them. It was difficult of course. There were still times when she wanted to yell and when she even clapped at her chefs and servers to hurry up and that things needed to keep doing. But that, she figured, was normal for her. Likely that wouldn't change, and she was fine with that. She may still be a little overbearing, but she figured she needed to be like that. Just maybe not as overbearing as she used to be.
She never told Arthur about her apology to her staff--no point in allowing him to gloat that he had been right, right? If he ever asked her about the restaurant she just shrugged her shoulders and tried to pass it off, saying things like 'everything's fine' and 'nobody else has quit'. That was enough for her, enough for her to tell him. She still didn't know what they really were, still didn't really know what their fuckbuddy arrangement represented, but she still felt that something was different between them. As if something had opened up between the two that had been closed off previously. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't know whether or not either of them had stepped through the threshold of said opening. Every week they started meeting up with each other, just as they had before they stopped their arrangement. And God if she hadn't nearly shouted to the high heavens with the sex they had the first time. It had been so good, so up lifting that she wondered how she could have made it through all those months without feeling this desire she felt for him, without wanting to be wrapped around him like she had been. She had only been embarrassed that she might have finished a little quicker than usual, and she sucked in her stomach, telling herself that she was going to start jogging again so that she could get herself back into the shape that she had been in before, but it had still be so good. To feel is sweat soaked skin against her body, to feel him thrusting inside of her, to feel his kisses down her neck and breast as she threaded her hands through his hair and let her lips trail his skin.
Her parents noticed her change and mood and asked about it one day over the phone. She answered simply that it was nothing, that before she had just been stressed and now things were back under control. They seemed wary of her answer, as if they didn't believe her, but they let it be after a while. Their daughter's happiness was probably something they didn't want to question, and Chardonnay always changed to subject on them anyway.
Having Arthur back in her life brought a semblance of normalcy to Chardonnay, and she didn't know why. She didn't know why she seemed to need him in her life now or how he had become a relatively important part of her life. They still didn't speak as much as they could have--she started texting him when she made it home again after asking if he wanted her to, and they still texted one another to ask if they were busy--but otherwise things were the same. Somewhat. She still pestered him in bed, still bothered him, and they still had their little squabbles, but they paled in comparison to what they had gone through, to what they had been through. But Chardonnay loved it. She wouldn't admit that to him, but having that staple back in her life, him, made her feel more in control of herself. Made her feel as if, maybe, she was't so alone.
At some point Arthur mentioned to her that his neighbor, the one who heard them having sex before, moved out, leaving that apartment vacant next to him and it had yet to be filled. She rose her brows at that admission, tried to figure out what he meant by it--he couldn't possibly expect her to rent the place out, right?--and when she realized what he meant she opened her mouth with a small 'oh' coming from her throat and she nodded her head. She had been hesitant to go back to his place, just because she had become so used to them coming to her place and fucking so that no one could hear them, but she realized how unfair it was to him to always come to her place. It had been three years and he had been taking the hour drive to her building, using gas that would better be used for him to go elsewhere, and while she figured that he never had a problem with it then, maybe now she should give him a little leeway. A compromise, she figured. Sometimes they'd go to her place, she mentioned, and other's they'd go to his.
Currently Chardonnay was heading to his place now, the first time she had traveled to his apartment in years, and she felt the familiar pattern of the road coming back to her mind. It might have made her smile at another time; she might have relaxed a little more under different circumstances, but since she was running an hour late she couldn't. She pressed on the gas harder than she should have, kept her face locked on the windshield and her eyes on the road. Shit, shit! Damn her security system at the restaurant for tripping and short circuiting! She got a call from the security company saying that the alarm had been tripped and that the police were on the way, and quickly she made her way to the place, terrified to think that someone tried to rob the place. She greeted the cops and let them in, cut the alarm, and they all looked around. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The door hadn't been jiggled, no one had tried to break in. She went over to the security panel and noticed wires sticking out, groaned, and rolled her eyes while muttering a fuck. So it short circuited and tripped its own self. Great; fantastic! Who ever heard of an alarm system doing some shit like that?!
She hadn't let Arthur know what happened--a mistake, she realized shortly after--but she was on her way now. Not too bad, right? She was only an hour late. He could understand if it had something to do with her restaurant, right? Oh, but what if he wasn't in the mood anymore when she finally got there? What if he got pissed off at her because he thought she was standing him up and not wanting to come to his apartment? She groaned and rolled her eyes as she pulled up to his apartment building, parked her car, and hopped out with her bag. She headed up the steps to his apartment and knocked on the door when she arrived.
He better, at the very least, open the door for her and let her sleep there if he was too pissed off at her to have sex.
When he spoke she turned and looked at him, resting her hand against the wall as she rose her brows. So she could always call him? She smiled at that, blushed, and she turned her head to look away from him. "Okay," she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. She could always call him... That comforted her.
After their showers Chardonnay put their damp clothes in the dryer after changing into a pair of her nightclothes. It certainly wasn't anything like the over sized shirt she normally wore when he was over--she told herself that she'd have to buy herself a new one since the threw the last one away--but it'd work for now. She undid the bed, didn't comment on the new sheets, and quickly fell asleep with the rain still pounding against the windows. Arthur's phone never vibrated throughout the night, nor did hers as she plugged it into the charger in her wall. The two slept well past twelve o'clock, and when Chardonnay finally woke she was unwilling to get up. The rain had stopped falling, though the sky was covered with gray clouds, looking like ash coming out of a volcano. Everything was wet outside, drenched, as leaves from palm trees scattered about, along with other debris that hadn't been able to stand the harsh weather. The tornado warning was gone for the area, the sun should be coming out soon, maybe within the next day.
To be honest, Chardonnay didn't pay much mind to it all. When she turned over in bed and looked at Arthur, she couldn't help but smile. What was it about him, she didn't know. They weren't in a relationship, she didn't really want to be in one with him, so why did she want to continue to fuck him, to have him in her life? She didn't know, but she pondered on her thoughts as she laid there, looking at him until he finally came to as well and blinked his eyes at her. She hit his face with a pillow, just to bother him, but got out of bed with a small laugh as she headed to the bathroom. She had a better out look on things.
Her better mood resonated with her work over the month that they got back together. When she first walked in to work the next day she had been embarrassed, but she had been happy to see that everyone, excluding Edward, had showed up. She smiled at them sheepishly, put herself in her office until she called all of them--chefs and serves included--to the kitchen for a meeting. She told them of how the restaurant was going, about the sales, about how everyone loved the food and the service that they received when dining here (she got smiles from that) and then she apologized for the other day. She said that, lately, things had been rough for her, personal issues that never should have effected her professional life and that she never should have yelled at all of them like she had. She told them that she valued all of them and was appreciative of all of the work they put into the restaurant and that if she had hurt any of their feelings or offended any of them then they could come talk to her at any point. She glanced at everyone's face, watching their shifting eyes, watching their mouths twitch. No doubt they were confused, but most of them accepted her apology with smiles and went back to work.
Her usual iron-fist self came back shortly after. She examined everything, but there had been a change. Maybe she was a little bit nicer, and maybe she didn't breath down their necks as roughly as she had before, but she wanted to give them space. To let them prove that they could do their work without her watching them like little children who needed constant watching. They were adults, they knew how to do their job, and she needed to have a little more faith in them. It was difficult of course. There were still times when she wanted to yell and when she even clapped at her chefs and servers to hurry up and that things needed to keep doing. But that, she figured, was normal for her. Likely that wouldn't change, and she was fine with that. She may still be a little overbearing, but she figured she needed to be like that. Just maybe not as overbearing as she used to be.
She never told Arthur about her apology to her staff--no point in allowing him to gloat that he had been right, right? If he ever asked her about the restaurant she just shrugged her shoulders and tried to pass it off, saying things like 'everything's fine' and 'nobody else has quit'. That was enough for her, enough for her to tell him. She still didn't know what they really were, still didn't really know what their fuckbuddy arrangement represented, but she still felt that something was different between them. As if something had opened up between the two that had been closed off previously. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't know whether or not either of them had stepped through the threshold of said opening. Every week they started meeting up with each other, just as they had before they stopped their arrangement. And God if she hadn't nearly shouted to the high heavens with the sex they had the first time. It had been so good, so up lifting that she wondered how she could have made it through all those months without feeling this desire she felt for him, without wanting to be wrapped around him like she had been. She had only been embarrassed that she might have finished a little quicker than usual, and she sucked in her stomach, telling herself that she was going to start jogging again so that she could get herself back into the shape that she had been in before, but it had still be so good. To feel is sweat soaked skin against her body, to feel him thrusting inside of her, to feel his kisses down her neck and breast as she threaded her hands through his hair and let her lips trail his skin.
Her parents noticed her change and mood and asked about it one day over the phone. She answered simply that it was nothing, that before she had just been stressed and now things were back under control. They seemed wary of her answer, as if they didn't believe her, but they let it be after a while. Their daughter's happiness was probably something they didn't want to question, and Chardonnay always changed to subject on them anyway.
Having Arthur back in her life brought a semblance of normalcy to Chardonnay, and she didn't know why. She didn't know why she seemed to need him in her life now or how he had become a relatively important part of her life. They still didn't speak as much as they could have--she started texting him when she made it home again after asking if he wanted her to, and they still texted one another to ask if they were busy--but otherwise things were the same. Somewhat. She still pestered him in bed, still bothered him, and they still had their little squabbles, but they paled in comparison to what they had gone through, to what they had been through. But Chardonnay loved it. She wouldn't admit that to him, but having that staple back in her life, him, made her feel more in control of herself. Made her feel as if, maybe, she was't so alone.
At some point Arthur mentioned to her that his neighbor, the one who heard them having sex before, moved out, leaving that apartment vacant next to him and it had yet to be filled. She rose her brows at that admission, tried to figure out what he meant by it--he couldn't possibly expect her to rent the place out, right?--and when she realized what he meant she opened her mouth with a small 'oh' coming from her throat and she nodded her head. She had been hesitant to go back to his place, just because she had become so used to them coming to her place and fucking so that no one could hear them, but she realized how unfair it was to him to always come to her place. It had been three years and he had been taking the hour drive to her building, using gas that would better be used for him to go elsewhere, and while she figured that he never had a problem with it then, maybe now she should give him a little leeway. A compromise, she figured. Sometimes they'd go to her place, she mentioned, and other's they'd go to his.
Currently Chardonnay was heading to his place now, the first time she had traveled to his apartment in years, and she felt the familiar pattern of the road coming back to her mind. It might have made her smile at another time; she might have relaxed a little more under different circumstances, but since she was running an hour late she couldn't. She pressed on the gas harder than she should have, kept her face locked on the windshield and her eyes on the road. Shit, shit! Damn her security system at the restaurant for tripping and short circuiting! She got a call from the security company saying that the alarm had been tripped and that the police were on the way, and quickly she made her way to the place, terrified to think that someone tried to rob the place. She greeted the cops and let them in, cut the alarm, and they all looked around. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The door hadn't been jiggled, no one had tried to break in. She went over to the security panel and noticed wires sticking out, groaned, and rolled her eyes while muttering a fuck. So it short circuited and tripped its own self. Great; fantastic! Who ever heard of an alarm system doing some shit like that?!
She hadn't let Arthur know what happened--a mistake, she realized shortly after--but she was on her way now. Not too bad, right? She was only an hour late. He could understand if it had something to do with her restaurant, right? Oh, but what if he wasn't in the mood anymore when she finally got there? What if he got pissed off at her because he thought she was standing him up and not wanting to come to his apartment? She groaned and rolled her eyes as she pulled up to his apartment building, parked her car, and hopped out with her bag. She headed up the steps to his apartment and knocked on the door when she arrived.
He better, at the very least, open the door for her and let her sleep there if he was too pissed off at her to have sex.