Chapter 6

Carlotta woke up with a smile, minutes before her alarm was due to start blaring.

She’d had such a wonderful day off.

As planned, she’d gone home to nap. The young chef had been so full of nervous energy, however, that she couldn’t even get a wink of sleep - instead, she’d resorted to laying on her bed, trembling with excitement.

Matilda.

She was going to get to spend the night with Matilda.

Carlotta didn’t doze, not even for a moment. Instead, she lay in bed, thinking of the young waitress, wishing she knew more about her. When did she start working for the cafe? How long had they been in each other’s life?

Had she ever mentioned having a girlfriend?

When Carlotta’s alarm went off, she was already up, rifling through her wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit. An outfit that said “Yes, of course I want to fuck you” but also “of course, if you’re not into that, this is just a hangout with friends.”

It was a thin line, but finally Carlotta felt like she’d found the perfect item of clothing. A red sundress, with a strap over each shoulder. No bra, no panties, but the material was thick enough that her nipples wouldn’t be clearly visible.

She just hoped Matilda would like it.

Carlotta arrived at the bar more than twenty minutes early. As she sat there, sipping at her water, several men recognized her from her escapades from the previous few nights. With great reluctance, Carlotta turned down their advances - tonight, she was here for Matilda. Gorgeous, stunning, incredibly sexy Matilda.

Just as friends. If that was what Matilda wanted.

With a shiver of pleasure, Carlotta realized she’d do most anything Matilda wanted.

Five minutes after their scheduled meeting time, Matilda walked in, and Carlotta’s jaw dropped at the sight of the redheaded waitress waltzing through the door.

Her dress looked like it was made of a few pieces of loose cloth, casually draped over her perfect body. With every step, the cloth shifted and flowed, threatening to expose more hidden freckles than Carlotta had ever dreamed of seeing.

Matilda’s face lit up with a bright smile at the sight of the nervous chef, and greeted her with a hug.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, but Carlotta couldn’t find the words for a coherent response. “Were you waiting long?”

When she didn’t get a response, she continued.

“Anyway, to make up for it - first round is on me. You like bloody marys, yeah?”

The last time Carlotta had ordered a bloody mary, she’d thrown it out after two sips, but she was horrified to find herself nodding dumbly in response, and worse - gulping the horrid concoction down when it arrived.

The alcohol served to loosen her tongue, and soon she and her waitress friend were giggling as they swapped horror stories about the service industry, and Carlotta found herself ordering another round of the tomato-based beverage.

“So,” Matilda said pointedly as Carlotta sipped at the drink, trying to stop her nose from screwing up from the taste. “Are you single?”