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I have never believed that my own enemy was Finger Licking Good.™️
Right when Jack in the box entered my establishment, I knew we wouldn’t be on the same page. Jack in the box started persuading half of my customers to go to his establishment. I was angered at the fact that he stole MY customers, the customers I gained fair and square. I widened my eyes, and stared at him, trying to look fierce but not trying to shoo away the customers.
“You wanna take this to my office, old man?” Jack in the box sneered. I bit my tongue. I was so into that.
Despite my hate towards this round headed idiot, I found him kind of… hunky. Those perfect round eyes with his unwavering smile, his tall, lean body and those dress pants that fitted perfectly over his long legs. I bet his stick’s pretty long too. So yeah, I kind wanted to take it to his office.
“No, you need to stop taking my customers.” I said, threatening Jack. “If I don’t get them back, I’ll-“ before I could think of anything to finish that sentence, Jack spat back.
“What are you implying, old hag?” I could feel my face turn red as a tomato. Jack smirked.
“Shut up,” I snapped back.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You know EXACTLY what you did.” Jack stepped towards me. I wondered what his next move was. He grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t touch me,” I huffed.
“I’m pretty good at reading people, and I think that’s not what you really want from me.” He grinned.
“Out!” I pushed him away and pointed to the door.
“Fine, fine. But you know where to find me.”
That interaction would haunt me for hours. He’s like gum stuck in my shoe, never letting go of me. Did he seriously know what I wanted from him? I thought there was a good chance he did, as he’s a clever businessman. I stayed up all night watching his advertisements. Nothing turned me on more than this. He looked like a juicy piece of fried chicken.
By morning I had made up my mind. I needed that tender.
I got off my shift in the afternoon. As soon as I closed up, I drove my ass to his office.
I burst open that door and walked intently towards Jack.
“Sanders? What are you doing here-“
I put a finger to his mouth. “You know why I’m here…”
Jack pushed me back. “Knew it. Now, why would I give it to you?”
“Because you want this cookie just as much.”
Jack pushed past me. He locked the door, and turned towards me.
The hunger between the two of us was palpable.
I left that office, fully satisfied. I knew right then and there that I’d be eating at Jack’s again.