I looked over at Ramon with wide eyes as he had seemingly spawned out of thin air. But instead of wondering where he came from, all I felt was overwhelming gratitude as I clutched his apron against my chest.
"W-what the hell, man, get off me!" Mr. Quagmire protested as he tried to break free of Ramon's grasp, but his grip held firm and unmoving.
After a second, Ramon let go, though he didn't take his eyes off of Mr. Quagmire, "Megan, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah," I replied after a brief pause, still somewhat stunned by everything that had happened, "I-it's just a bit of water, I-I'm fine."
My words clearly didn't convince Ramon as his gaze narrowed and he frowned, "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm gonna have to request that you dine somewhere else tonight."
"W-what, I just spilled my water?!" Mr. Quagmire insisted, but Ramon didn't budge an inch, "I'm sorry, but I must do what I believe is best for the safety and well-being of my staff. So I am refusing you service and giving you a chance to leave of your own volition."
Mr. Quagmire opened his mouth but suddenly seemed to think better of it as Ramon crossed his muscular arms, "F-fine, but I'm never coming back here again and I'm telling everyone I know that this place sucks!"
In a fit of rage, Mr. Quagmire stood up from his seat and threw his napkin down on the table before storming out of the restaurant.
Once he was out the door, Ramon sighed and uncrossed his arms before addressing the rest of the room, "I'm sorry, everyone, that you had to witness that. Please continue to enjoy your meals."
Like a soothing balm, Ramon's voice eased the tense situation,n and everyone quickly turned and resumed their conversation and dining.
"Here, take this," Ramon muttered as he grabbed my hand and dropped a key into it, "Go out back into the alley and up the set of stairs. My place is there, you can get changed out of that wet shirt and take it easy until it's time for you to go home."
"I'm fine I don't need to-" I started, only to pause as Ramon leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I'm not asking Megan, I'm telling you, go upstairs and take a moment to breathe. I'll come get you when the shift is over."
My heart pounded as I felt Ramon's hot breath brush against my neck and his commanding voice tickle my ears, "O-okay, I-I'll wait for you."
--[Ramon's POV]--
I watched as Megan walked away, key in hand, still clearly shell-shocked by everything that had happened. Just thinking about it made my entire body seethe with rage; it had taken every fiber of my being not to tear the pervert apart when I saw the gleam in his eyes as he tried to 'wipe' the water off Megan's chest.
'Seems like I've imprinted on her already, despite Megan not being a part of my coven yet.' I noted as I made my way back into the kitchen while reviewing the notification that had prompted me to leave in the first place.
[DateQuest: Perv at Table Five]
Objective(s):
1. Stop Megan from being assaulted in your restaurant
Reward(s):
1. +35 Affection with Megan
2. +2 Skill Points
3. +1 Hex Point
[Congratulations, you have completed the following quest: Perv at Table Five]
[You have received the following reward(s)]
1. +35 Affection with Megan
2. +2 Skill Points
3. +1 Hex Point
"Hey, is everything alright? Where's Meg?"
I pushed aside the notifications as Patty walked up to me, asking questions after watching the whole scene go down from the kitchen, "I told her to go upstairs and change out of her shirt. Are you okay wrapping up on your own?"
Patty stared at me for a second before nodding, "Yeah,I'm good…you know she has a crush on you, right?"
I blinked not expecting Patty to be so direct, but I nodded anyway, "Yes, I'm quite aware."
"So what are you gonna do about it?" Patty asked with a raised eyebrow as she crossed her arms.
I grinned as Patty confronted me about my intentions, and instead of backing down, I took a step forward, looming over Patty, who didn't move to her credit, but I could see her knees tremble, "What if I said I planned on sleeping with her tonight? Would that bother you?"
Patty sharply inhaled, "No, absolutely not! I would just remind you to use protection and ensure consent is continuous and freely given!"
I stared at Patty for a moment longer before I chuckled and stood back up, "You're a good friend, you know that, Patty?"
"W-well, of course, I offer humor and reliable advice," Patty replied confidently as she pushed up her glasses.
"Speaking of advice, tell me, do you think it's greedy that I want to sleep with you and Megan?" I asked as I looked into Patty's eyes and cast Charm. I felt a rush of energy surge through me and watched as my eyes cast a soft purple light onto Patty's face, though she didn't seem to notice as her eyes gained a slightly dreamy look, "You w-wanna what?"
"Tell me, Patty, what would you do if I asked you to get on your knees and blow me like your life depended on it." I asked her in a low-pitched voice as I fought against my own urges to reach out and run my hand up and down Patty's curves and squeeze her soft flesh beneath my fingers.
"D-do y-you want me too?" Patty stammered as her chest began to heave with excited breaths and her freckled face flushed in anticipation.
"I asked you a question, I expect an answer," I replied sternly, making Patty swallow her nerves as she replied in a breathy whisper, "I-if you asked me, I would do it, I'd d-do anything y-you asked me to."
Patty's breath turned ragged, and her eyes glossed over as she clearly lost herself in a waking fantasy, and I grinned, "Good to know…now get back out there. We've got people waiting for their food."
Patty blinked as I suddenly walked past her without a second glance, even though it probably pained me more than her to do it.
--[Megan's POV]--
Ramon's studio apartment was more barebones than I expected, though I hardly noticed, more occupied by the fact that I was in his place to begin with. With a racing heart I took off the apron he had given me before, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, leaving me in nothing but my bra. Staring at the plain tan fabric, I couldn't help but let out a disgruntled sigh, 'So fucking boring.'
I had always wanted to buy more, mature bras, but my mother had refused every single time, and I never had the money to buy my own before, 'But with a few more nights like today ,I might have enough…that is if Ramon doesn't fire me for causing a scene.'
Thinking about the incident, I let out a groan, cursing my luck and the pervert who unfortunately lived right next to me, 'Well that's going to be fucking awkward, just another reason to get my own place.'
Looking around at the apartment, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live by myself. On one hand, I imagined it could be lonely, but compared to my zoo of a house, being lonely would be a blessing in disguise. 'Maybe if things somehow work out with Ramon, I might be able to move in with him.'
For a moment, I lost myself in a fantasy imagining going to bed every night with the blue-eyed adonis next to me, we'd stay in on a lazy Sunday, where he'd walk around the apartment with only a pair of grey sweatpants…with no underwear on.
My lips curled up at the thought in a foolish smile before I shook my head and came back to reality, 'Yeah as if there's any chance of that happening.'
Realizing I was still standing in the middle of Ramon's apartment in my bra, I made my way over to his dresser and started to rifle through the drawers. However before I could find a spare shirt I heard the doorknob turn and a second later the door swung open.
I looked over and froze, unable to move my body as sheer terror gripped me. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I watched Ramon step into the apartment and look over directly at me, bent over rifling through his clothes, practically naked with a bra fit for a middle aged woman going through menopause.
Needless to say I had never been more embarrassed in my life before and my entire body went numb and hot as blushed.
"Sorry, I should have knocked," Ramon replied after a second as he started to turn around and leave.
"W-Wait, d-don't leave!" I shouted out without even thinking, making Ramon pause already half way out the door, "You don't want me to leave?"
'Why the fuck did I say that?!' I panicked, my mind scrambling as Ramon stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him, "W-well you don't have t-to leave I-it's your apartment after all, a-and honestly i-it's all my fault I-I s-started to day d-dream and I t-took to long to get change and I-i-"
My words were cut off as somehow without me noticing Ramon crossed the apartment, leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, silencing my inane babble. I let out a muffled shout of surprise, but as I registered the feeling of his impossibly soft lips against mine I closed my eyes and let myself be swept away.