Ford
She looks f*****g hot, like fuckable hot in those tight, black leggings she is wearing and it is difficult to keep my eyes off her. I watch as Tatum blows hair off her face and resist the urge to take her hair down from the messy bun on top of her head, and watch all that ice blonde fall down in waves over her back.
“What are you staring at, princess?” I ask her and wink. She blushes right to her roots. Adorable!
“Er, nothing, just you in an apron. It’s kind of funny is all. You didn’t have to come here,” she whispers as she hands a customer some drinks on a tray.
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to be close to my princess.” Her mouth forms the perfect O. Now I’m imagining it wrapped around my hard c**k.
“But you are the Alpha, you shouldn’t be serving people.”
I give h
