“Around,” she said, shrugging as she lay there, trying to find the willpower to get up and face another day of filling out applications, dropping her resume off anywhere that had a “Help Wanted” sign and staring at her phone, waiting for calls that never came.

“Have you applied with my uncle or sister-in-law?”

“I’m doing that today,” she said, still a little unnerved by how helpful he was being in all this. He still wanted her to come back, which comforted her, but he was also going out of his way to support her in finding a new job, which was actually starting to terrify her.

When he’d suggested his two-week proposal she’d expected him to do everything within his power to ensure that she didn’t find another job. She’d expected pouting, a possible offer of a raise and sex, a lot of sex, to get her to change her mind. Well, she still got plenty of sex, but he hadn’t offered her a raise, pouted or even tried talking her into coming back.

Instead, he went through the want ads every morning, circling the jobs that he thought that she might like, helped her with her resume and even made her a large breakfast to give her the energy that she was going to need to face another day of rejections. Every day when she came home to stare at her phone, he would check on her, bring her a snack and make sure that she had plenty of Coke and Hershey Kisses to get her through the night. When it became clear that no one was going to call her, he would take her for a walk, make her dinner or just hold her in the shower before ending the night making love to her and making her forget about everything around her.

He really was being so sweet about this, which made her feel like the heartless bitch that she was. It was also making her second guess her decision to quit. He was doing everything he could to make this work and here she was having a pity party for herself and putting in applications for jobs that she didn’t want. She didn’t want a new job with new people and a new boss that wouldn’t be as much fun to annoy as Lucifer had been. She wanted to go back to the Fire & Brimstone and get her old job back with the judgmental bitches that she missed so much.

As much as she wanted her job back, she couldn’t seem to find the willpower to suck up her pride and ask for it back. She couldn’t remember ever being this miserable. Her and her stupid pride, she thought with a pout as she felt Lucifer’s large, warm hand mold itself to her breast.

“Have I told you how much I like waking up with you in my bed?” he asked, kissing her shoulder and adding to her misery.

“Yes,” she said, close to crying, because he really was so sweet and she…she…

Oh, let’s face it, compared to him she was a heartless bitch!

“Are you pouting again?” he asked, chuckling.

“Yes,” she mumbled even as she raised her leg to give him better access when she felt that large cock of his push against her slit.

She was mildly depressed, not dead after all so when the incredibly hot man that she loved offered her the use of his large cock she did the polite thing and graciously accepted his offer. Moaning, she closed her eyes and lost herself to his touch, the feel of his hand on her breast, his lips on her neck and the way that he felt as he slid inside her. There really was no better way to wake up, she thought as she reached back and placed her hand on his hip, hoping that he would never stop.

“You feel so good,” he whispered as he continued to slowly take her.

Smiling, she turned her head and waited for him to take the hint and kiss her. When his lips touched hers, she decided that maybe things would be better today. At the very least, it was off to a great start.

*-*-*-*

“But-”

“But, what?” Lucifer asked the waitress trying to bullshit her way out of covering section one, the slowest section in the dinning room.

Licking her lips nervously, she shifted anxiously in her chair as the rest of his employees did their best not to draw his attention. He kept his glare leveled on her, waiting for her to keep trying to bullshit her way out of working section one while trying to simultaneously take section eight, the best section, which was coincidentally Rebecca’s section.

When he’d first opened the Fire & Brimstone the roles had been reversed and section eight had been the section that everyone hated to get stuck with until the day that he’d hired Rebecca. He’d assigned her that section, figuring that she couldn’t do much damage with it and over time she’d surprised him. Within a few months the regulars started asking to be seated in her section. They all knew her, loved her and missed her.

They wanted her back and made sure that he knew it each and every single day. The only reason that they hadn’t tried to drag her back themselves was because he’d promised them that he was on top of things. He’d asked them to give him a month, but he knew that it wouldn’t be too much longer before Rebecca came back with that mischievous little smile of hers and took up the reins once again.

“I miss Rebecca,” one of the waitresses mumbled, which normally would have pissed him off, but since it let him know just how miserable his staff was without her, he let it pass.

Well, he let it pass without making her cry.

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have treated her like shit,” he drawled as he glanced down at the clipboard in his hands.

When she didn’t say anything, he took that as a win. They knew they’d fucked up by treating her like shit and now they were paying for it. Then again, they were also seriously contemplating quitting because Rebecca wasn’t here to act as a buffer between him and the staff any longer. For the first time in five years they were on the receiving end of his full temper.

A few days ago they’d realized just how important Rebecca had been in keeping his control issues in check, and so had he. Rebecca had annoyed him, teased him and driven him out of his fucking mind while taking the brunt of his attention so that he didn’t drive his staff insane. Now that she was gone, temporarily, they realized just how important she was.

They also missed her and regretted their bullshit treatment of her. He knew that much from overhearing them talk anytime he walked past the break room. They’d made as assumption about their relationship and not only had it bitten them in the ass, but it had almost cost them a valuable friendship. He said almost because he knew that over the past couple of days they’d all taken turns sneaking off to apologize to her and begged her to return.