Adrien

I got a job at a diner that had a fresh new look, reopened by the son of the old owner, Adrien, who took over. He warned me that he only needed one employee and that I was on probation. Today, right after school, I arrived at the diner, which hadn't opened yet. I entered through the back door, and an incredible smell of fried dough and caramelized sugar enveloped me. "What a good smell," I murmured, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. Then, I saw him. Adrien was in the kitchen, completely naked except for a black apron that barely covered the front of his body. The dim light highlighted the muscles in his back, leading down to the firm curve of his exposed buttocks. My face caught fire, and my heart raced. He turned, holding a tray of golden doughnuts, and gave me a mischievous smile. "The doughnuts are out," he said, his green eyes scanning my school uniform, lingering on my thighs."I hope you don't mind," he continued, his voice deep and teasing. "I like working like this. If you want, you can stay just the same." The volume in the apron was impossible to ignore, and the air grew thick. I swallowed hard, the heat rising up my neck. "I... don't know," I stammered, but my body was already tingling with his boldness. Adrien took a step forward, the apron swaying dangerously. "Relax," he whispered, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body. "It's just the two of us here."