Say Something by Salice Rodgers

Chapter One
     
    He walks in with an air of authority. His head held high and his hands on his hips looking around the room. My whole body goes stiff every time I see him and my breath catches in my throat. He has been coming into the restaurant for the last week and every time he does he sits in the same spot and orders the same thing. Nothing special, just whatever our special is for the night. He's gorgeous with brown hair and tattoos that cover most of his arms. His eyes draw me in as soon as I look at him.
     
    “Welcome back to Frank's. What can I get you to drink?”
     
    He looks up from the table and says nothing for so long I start to ask my question again. I know he will order the same thing he always does but Frank would shit if I didn't ask.
     
    “What's your name?”
     
    “Uh.” 
     
    I look to my uniform shirt and realize I don't have my name tag on today. Maybe that's why Frank looked like he wanted to chew me out this morning. He sits and waits looking amused.
     
    “Well?”
     
    “Jos... Joslynn.”
     
    “It's nice to meet you, Jos... Joslynn, my name is Marshall.”
     
    His voice is like pure sex. I can see small freckles scattered all over his face, and his eyes are a deep green. His voice feels so familiar, like I have heard it before, like I should know who he is. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
     
    “Nice to meet you too, Marshall.”
     
    I'm shocked I can even say a full sentence.
     
    “I'll have whatever the special is for the day.”
     
    “And your drink?”
     
    “Tea.”
     
    I jot down his order with shaky hands and go to make his drink. I don't know why he makes me so nervous. It's not like I don't see gorgeous men all the time, and I have no problem taking their order. But their voice alone doesn’t make me need new panties. No one has affected me like he does. I get his drink and take it to the table setting it down in front of him. He's on his cell so my presence isn't noticed.
     
    Whoever he's talking to must be in big trouble.
     
    “I don't care how you get it done just get it done... No…”
     
    I carry on with my orders feeling bad about listening to any of his conversation. I blame it on his sexy, gruff voice. I could sit and listen to him talk for hours and never be sick of hearing him talk.
     
    “Order up, Jos,” Tank yells from the back.
     
    Tank is our cook and the nickname suits him well. He is every bit of seven feet tall and all muscle. His hair is blond, and his eyes tell stories of a lot of sorrow. Frank said he hired Tank one night after seeing him ask for money at the gas station. He didn't know if he could cook or not, but he said he couldn't walk away knowing there was some way he could help.
     
    Walking back to Marshall's table, I see that he is off the phone and the same look of authority he had before is back on his face now as he looks around yet again. I set his food down, and he jumps.
     
    “Sorry just your food,” I say and smile.
     
    Big mistake! His smile just makes his eyes glow more and my body soon forgets that I have other food to give out. He sits there watching me, never saying a word until I shake my head and go about my job. This man coming in every day is going to make things hard for me. I seem to forget how to breathe or walk when he’s here.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    The rest of the work day goes on as normal, bitchy customers and tables to clean. I hate this job, but it pays the bills, and I've been doing it for so long I don't really want to have to learn to work somewhere else.
     
    “I'm out, Frank!” I yell as I grab my purse and head towards the door.
     
    “Remember your name tag tomorrow, Joslynn”
     
    I roll my eyes and walk out the door. Walking to my car, I watch the parking lot around me. I hate working late and having to walk across a dark parking lot alone. It makes me want to scream and run the whole way to my car. Who wants to kidnap a girl who is screaming and running already? That just says