Vampire Dreams

He walked through the door as if he owned the place. Full of confidence with a swagger that said I'm dangerous. Deacon Johnson was in a foul mood, but he had agreed to meet Celine to discuss matters. He strode through the diner, thankful that it was almost empty with the exception of a few night owls who had just left the dance club in search of breakfast. Taking a seat in the last booth; his back against the wall so he could see the entrance and to see Celine coming. Silently cursing the smallness of the booth, he stretched his legs out from under the table to accommodate his size.      Angel Flannery stepped through the swinging doors; arms loaded with plates of waffles, ham and eggs and a steaming pot of coffee. She was glad it was late and her shift would be over in a few hours. She never saw the feet in the isle. She felt her foot hit something hard and instantly knew that it was not good. "Oh s**t!" Starting to fall, she did not have time to stop the inevitable. Plates started to slide off of her arm and onto the floor. Deacon slid out of the boot with lightening speed, catching Angel around the waist with an enormous arm of steel, while catching plates with his free hand. After straightening herself, Angel simply said, "Please keep your feet out of the way." Turning around, she stomped off to take the meals to the waiting customers before their buzz wore off. She thought for sure that she would have lost the plates as well as her job. After considering her horrible manners, she returned to the booth. "I'm sorry. It was rude of me not to say thank you for saving me from a complete disaster." "No apology necessary, it was entirely my fault." As he took her hand in his, admiring the softness of her skin. Turning her hand and placing a single soft kiss on her palm. As if finally noticing him, Angel could feel her insides turn softer than the oatmeal she served. He was well over six and a half feet tall, dark hair that hung below his shoulders and neatly gathered at the nape of his neck with a leather tie. Muscles seemed to bulge out of his button up white shirt and jeans...the jeans that were stretched in the area of his s*x indicating that he was well equipped. The softness of the denim almost tempting her to reach out and cup her hand over his c**k. Luckily before she made such a bold move, she came to her senses. Slowly gazing her way back up his body to his steel solid chest and into the most beautiful light blue eyes that seemed to be devouring her. She unconsciously licked her lips. "Thank you once again, can I get you anything?" Hoping that he would say "you." "Yes, coffee black and what time do you get off work Angel?" A feeling of uneasiness fell over her suddenly scared that this man of her dreams was a r****t or serial killer. "How do you know my name?" "It's on your nametag." Feeling really stupid at that moment she tried hard to shake the deer in headlights look from her face. "Oh, right! Coffee coming up."      Angel stepped into the back simply glowing from the possibility that a man straight from the cover of a magazine would be interested in her. "Jean! You have got to see this guy! Look into the back booth, he's the most gorgeous man I have ever seen and he asked me what time I am done with work!" Jean was more like a mom than a manager. Short, round, going gray with too much eye shadow. She gave Angel a job when no-one else would. "Well honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but mister tall, dark and handsome is sitting with a skinny broad. She looks like a b***h if that makes you feel better." Angel sighed, "They always want skinny. Why can't a guy want curves and boobs that are real? I refuse to starve myself for any man." "Honey, you're fine...I believe the term is voluptuous." "Well here goes nothing."      Feeling as if all hopes were dashed, Angel took the pot of coffee and cup to the back booth. "Celine, there was no need for this meeting. The caterers have been paid and the dress is fine. I will see you Saturday; I will be the devastatingly handsome one at the end of the isle." Celine huffed in annoyance. "I wish I were as calm as you were, I think I'm getting cold feet." Celine leaned over giving Deacon a kiss on the cheek, "that's why I love you so."      Angel stood at the door having overheard the entire conversation. What kind of asshole would ask her what time her shift ended when he was getting married in a week? "Well another night alone." Placing the cup on the table, Angel poured the coffee. She stared at Deacon wishing daggers would flow from her eyes. "So what time can I pick you up in the morning?" Angel stood with her mouth gaping open as if someone had deliberately kicked her cat. "When hell freezes over and swallows you whole!" Angel turned and stomped off to check the other customers. He could not stop from watching the way her bottom swished. "That is one hell of a sexy ass. Angel, I am the man of your dreams and you just don't know it yet." Deacon finished his coffee and reached for his wallet. He slid the money under the cup and stood up to leave. As he passed Angel he leaned down to her ear and whispered "See you in your dreams" and walked out the door.