Kevin was already at the café when I got there, cleaning the tables. The sight of my friend made coming to work too early in the morning fun. I wondered how he would manage without me when I started school again. It meant he would be stuck with Oliver, and I knew what a lazy son of a bitch that guy was. Not just lazy, but overall a bad human being; too mean and too egoistical for any of us to actually like him. I felt terrible for Kevin, like I was abandoning him.

We'd worked together for two years, but somehow, we'd been able to work more or less the same shifts. He graduated recently, and now he wouldn't be prioritized for the evening shifts like us who still went to school.

Agnes was excellent at managing the café. She made sure that college students had work and income by giving us shifts that best suited our schedule. As I mentioned before, I respected the hell out of that woman. Still, that also meant I wouldn't work as much with Kevin anymore, and that sucked so badly my stomach hurt. Not working with him also meant I wouldn't see him that often like I'd grown used to over these two years because work and school would keep me busy, and he also had a life outside of work.

"Ahh, my kinky girl has finally graced me with her presence!" Kevin shouted the second he saw me.

Laughing, I shook my head. "You're the worst."

"But you love me," he stated and stuck out his tongue at me.

"But I love you," I repeated with a slight laugh as I walked past him and opened the door to the small break room next to the supply closet. We didn't have a fancy locker with our names on, just simple hooks to hang our jackets and stuff. In the summer, I only used it for my bag.

"So, what did you think of Thomas?" Kevin asked eagerly as soon as I joined him with cleaning supplies in hand. I could tell my opinion meant a lot to him.

"He made a great first impression," I answered honestly. "He seems like a sweet guy."

Kevin sighed dreamily, "He really is." He got this faraway look, and I knew he was thinking about that boyfriend of his, a smile resting on his lips. Was that how it looked like being in love, or at the least, heavily smitten? It felt like I was on the outside looking in because I had no idea what the signs were. I definitely didn't know what that felt like...liking a person so much, you'd want to spend all your time with them and only them.

I knew I thought about the guys more than a lot, but it was completely different. While Kevin could space out with hearts in his eyes, I had only lust. I absolutely liked my dominants, and we had a sexual attraction that held no bounds, but I wasn't falling for them. I couldn't.

"It was pretty fun yesterday, right? Thomas liked you too, and David couldn't stop talking about how great you were...what?" he trailed off, seeing the slight frown I had as he mentioned David.

"Nothing, it was pretty fun," I agreed, taking the mop and started swiping over the floors.

"No, that wasn't it. Did David do something to you?" Kevin asked, knowing me just as well as I knew myself. He could read my expressions like a book.

"Not really." Sighing, I knew he wouldn't back off until I told him what bothered me. "I guess I just felt like something was off about him," I admitted, hating to make a big deal out of something that probably wasn't one.

"Off how?" He left the rag in his bucket of water and chemicals and gave me all his attention.

"I don't know." I shrugged, but Kevin was a stubborn son of a bitch and had me telling him everything I told Callan yesterday.

Kevin narrowed his eyes as I talked about the weird-ass conversations I'd had with David. "Yeah, I agree, that's creepy as hell. I'll talk to Thomas about it. We won't hang out with him again if he's making you uncomfortable. Truth be told, I don't want him near you after hearing that."

"It might be nothing. I'll just avoid being alone with David." I shrugged, not entirely sure I was speaking the truth or not, but I didn't want to make this David thing based on a gut feeling a big deal. That didn't mean I couldn't be cautious either.

"We can manage that." Kevin nodded, though it looked like he wanted to talk more about it. Instead, he noticed the time. It wasn't long until the café would open. "Let's get to work." He winked as he grabbed the wet rag, twisting it slightly before smacking me on the ass with it. My dress probably had a wet spot on it now, but I couldn't care less as I laughed and threatened him with the mop.

While working, I was reminded of my morning with Callan. My sex was tender with each movement, which made me smile instead of wincing. Though, as sore as I was, I already wanted more of what I'd gotten. These men had changed how I viewed sex. Before, it had been a torturous affair, and not of the good kind. Those measly hookups hadn't made me orgasm by a long shot. I'd usually been drunk enough to turn my libido numb–literally. If I hadn't been drunk, which was on one occasion, the guy hadn't known what to do to pleasure a woman. Now that I knew what it could be like, I felt insatiable and near addicted to the feeling the guys had created in me.

Kevin caught me one time struggling to pick up a napkin from the floor because of the tenderness. Instead of commenting–thank God, because we had several customers–he wiggled his brows at me. He knew exactly what I'd done recently just from my movements alone.

Near the end of my shift, Thomas and David came in and ordered a cup of coffee, which Kevin served them. After he'd chatted with them, he came back to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know David would show up," he said, near panicked.

"It's fine. I'm not alone in a room with him," I assured Kevin.

In the light of day, David didn't seem all that bad. He'd given me a friendly smile when our eyes met, but other than that, he focused on his friend and Kevin whenever he had time to stop by.

Huh, maybe I'd been wrong. After all, I was only "psychic" when it came to drinks.

"Emma!" Thomas urged me to him after the last customers–besides them–left.

"Hi, guys." I smiled, giving them both an awkward wave. Who even waved anymore?

"It was so fun last night," Thomas gushed, looking way too energetic after a night out. Some people bounced back quickly, though I wasn't one of them. The only reason I felt fine was because of how little I'd drunk last night and remembered to drink water as well–keeping hydrated was the best way to stave off the hungover.

Nodding, I agreed with him. "We should definitely do that again sometime." Though, without David this time, I thought.

"Absolutely." He nodded eagerly. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you again how good it was to finally meet you. Now I know why Kevin likes you so much."

Blushing from the compliment, I stuttered out a thank you. I'd gotten semi-comfortable with kind words after being with the guys, but I still sucked at receiving them–unless I was too horny to think straight, that was.

I left them as I helped Kevin clean up. By the end, the ache in my pussy had almost vanished, and I ended up kind of missing it.

When Kevin went back to talk to Thomas, David stood up and walked towards me. He looked completely relaxed, with his hands in the pocket of his tight jeans.

"Hi, so...I just wanted to apologize," he said.

"For what?" I asked, my brows scrunched up. I could see from my peripheral vision that Kevin was watching us, making sure I was okay. When he started towards us, I gave him a small shake of my head. It wasn't like David could do anything to me with them in the room.

"I've been thinking about yesterday, and what I said to you...you know, about the whole date-rape drug thing. I was probably coming off as a major creep. It's just that... I'm not really great at talking to girls, and definitely not one as beautiful as you. I said the first thing that came to mind, and I can't stop thinking about what an ass I sounded like," he explained.

Date-rape drug thing. Of course, I knew right away what he was talking about. Yesterday he'd said that I needed to be careful with my drink because women like me were usually targeted for something like that. The way he'd said it had been so odd, but if he really did struggle to talk to girls, I could kind of understand it. I knew from experience how unfortunate words could come out of my mouth if I was uncomfortable. I had also said strange and possibly inappropriate things before while trying desperately to fill in awkward silence.

"It's fine," I said, though I was still trying to figure out this man–if he was, in fact, a creep or just a poor conversationalist. I wouldn't let my guard down around him until I knew.

Making a move to get my bag from our break room, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. My skin burned where he was touching me, and not the good kind. I shook the feeling away; it was probably my wild imagination.

"I really am sorry," he repeated, and he seemed sincere when I turned towards him and saw his expression. Whatever else I had to say got stuck in my throat as I noticed someone at the café's entrance.

Callan looked angry with his eyes narrowed at the place where David was touching me. As innocent as the conversation had been with him, I didn't know how it looked like for Callan. All I knew was that he was growing more and more pissed for each second David still had his hand on me.