MidReal Story
Dangerous Desires
Scenario: A beautiful brown skin woman working at a dinner meets a deadly mafia lea
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Leo Caruso
mafia leader, romantically involved with Mia, tall, darkhaired, sharp features, charismatic yet ruthless.
Mia Johnson
waitress, friends with other protagonists, medium height, curly brown hair, resilient and witty.
Elena Vasquez
Leo's right hand and Mia's confidante, loyal to Leo, sleek black hair, piercing eyes, cunning and protective.
I was running late for my shift at the diner when I first laid eyes on him.
I was in a hurry, and he was taking his sweet time, sitting at the counter with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
He had a strong jaw, dark hair, and sharp features that made him look like he’d been carved from stone.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that demanded attention.
I’d never seen anyone like him before.
He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, not in this small-town diner.
I’d been working at the diner for years, and I knew all of our regulars by name.
This man wasn’t one of them.
He wasn’t from around here; I could tell by the way he carried himself, like he was used to getting whatever he wanted without having to ask for it twice.
I stopped in my tracks and stared at him, my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
He looked up from his newspaper and caught me staring.
“Can I help you with something?”
he asked, his voice deep and smooth, like dark chocolate.
I was so stunned that I couldn’t speak.
He raised an eyebrow at me, like he was waiting for me to say something.
I blinked and quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
I didn’t know what had come over me.
I was never this clumsy or distracted, especially when it came to men, but there was something about this man that made me feel like a teenager again, all awkward and self-conscious.
I made my way to the kitchen and changed into my uniform, trying my best to shake off my nerves.
I was acting like an idiot.
He was just a customer, and I had a job to do.
I walked back into the diner and headed straight for my section, but I couldn’t help stealing glances at the man sitting at the counter as I passed by.
He was still there, still staring at me with those dark, intense eyes.
“Good morning,” I said, greeting my first table with a smile.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Can we get two coffees first?”
I filled their cups and headed for the coffee machine to refill the pot.
When I returned, the mysterious man was standing in front of me with his cup in hand.
“Is there something wrong with your coffee?”
he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
“Or are you just trying to get my attention?”
The corners of his mouth turned up into a slow smile that made my heart skip a beat.
If anything, his presence seemed even more intoxicating up close than it did from across the room.
I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and met his gaze head-on.
“I’m just trying to do my job,” I said crisply.
“Do you need anything else?”
He took a sip of his coffee and set it back down on the counter with a loud clink.
“I’d like two eggs over easy with bacon and toast,” he said.
I jotted down his order on my notepad and turned to walk away, but he reached out and grabbed my arm before I could get away.
“When can I expect my food?”
he asked, his eyes holding mine in a fierce gaze.
“I have an appointment.”
I pulled my arm out of his grasp and pasted on a fake smile.
“I’ll get it for you as soon as possible,” I said.
He stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not.
Then he nodded once and returned to his seat at the counter, leaving me feeling breathless and more than a little flustered.
Elena teased me mercilessly about the mysterious man at the counter for the rest of my shift, but she was too busy to notice anything unusual about him herself.
“You’re doing it again,” Elena whispered, bumping her hip against mine as we walked by the man at the counter.
I glanced over at her with a guilty expression before turning back to look at him again, unable to help myself despite her warning.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
“I can’t help it.”
“That’s the problem,” she said with a sly smile.
“I know you’re not used to seeing men who look like him around here, but we have a job to do—and if we don’t start paying attention, we’ll never get through our shift.”
She had a point—the diner was already half-full of customers, and we were running behind as it was—but I couldn’t help being distracted by him.
He was even more attractive up close than he’d been from across the room earlier this morning, if that was even possible.
He had chiseled cheekbones, full lips, and dark eyes that seemed to see right through me, taking my breath away every time he looked in my direction.
And he was tall, too—much taller than I was—and it only added to his appeal as he loomed over me with an almost intimidating air that made me feel small and delicate by comparison.
He was wearing an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, but he didn’t look stuffy or out of place in it like most men would have; he looked sleek and dangerous, like a panther in the middle of a flock of sheep, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him even if I’d wanted to.
The man was captivating in a way that I couldn’t quite put into words—he was magnetic in a way that made it impossible to look away from him—and I could feel myself being drawn to him against my own will as he sat at the counter with his newspaper spread out in front of him, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he read the headlines with a bemused expression on his face.
I knew that I shouldn’t be staring at him like this.
I knew that I should be on my best behavior at work, especially when we were so busy, but I couldn’t help it; I was mesmerized by him in a way that I couldn’t quite explain or control as I imagined what it might be like to be the object of his attention instead of just another face in the crowd at a diner in the middle of nowhere.
In my mind’s eye, he put down his newspaper and turned to look at me with an intense expression on his face.
He stood up from his seat at the counter and walked toward me with long strides that ate up the space between us as he moved closer and closer to where I was standing by the coffee machine in my waitress uniform, small and insignificant compared to his towering frame in his expensive suit.
“Is there something wrong with your coffee?”
he asked in a gruff voice that sent shivers down my spine, making my heart race faster as he reached out to touch my face with rough hands that made my skin tingle all over before they moved down to my waist to pull me into his arms for a kiss that took my breath away.
“Are you all right?”
Elena’s voice brought me back to reality as I turned around to find her looking at me with concern in her eyes.
“Do you want me to take his order?”
she asked as she nodded toward the mysterious man at the counter.
“No,” I said quickly as I shook my head and tried to collect myself.
“I’ll do it.”
When I walked over to the counter a few moments later and asked him if he was ready to order anything from our menu, he looked up at me with hazel eyes that were so dark they were almost black and smiled at me in a way that made my heart race faster.
“Just some coffee and eggs,” he said.
“How do you like your eggs?”
I asked as I looked down at my notepad and tried not to stare at him for too long.
“Fried,” he said.
“With some toast and butter on the side.”
As I walked back behind the counter and put his order in for him, I couldn’t help but think about how strange it was that a man dressed in such expensive clothes would come into a place like this and order such a simple meal from our menu that cost less than ten dollars.
I shook my head as I tried to stop thinking about it, but it was harder than I thought it would be to get him out of my mind as I prepared his food in the kitchen and brought it back out to him a few minutes later, careful not to spill anything on myself or get anything wrong in front of someone who was so much more attractive and intimidating than most of the men who came in here every day.
“Don’t stare at him,” Elena said as she walked by me on her way to the back room to check on something in the kitchen.
“You’re going to spill something on yourself if you keep looking at him like that.”
I blushed when she said this because she knew me too well; I had a tendency to be clumsy even on good days, let alone when I was flustered by someone who was so attractive that he made me lose track of everything else around me, and I didn’t want her to worry that I was going to ruin something or hurt myself just because he had come in today and made things more interesting than usual.
“I’m not going to spill anything,” I said as I walked over to the counter and put down a plate of food in front of the man who had come in earlier and was now reading his newspaper with a bemused expression on his face, still looking sleek and dangerous in a way that made me feel weak at the knees just from being in the same room as him.
I couldn’t explain what it was about him that was so captivating, but there was definitely something there other than just his good looks that drew people to him, and I was one of them, even though I knew that he was probably nothing more than trouble with a capital T.
The man at the counter looked up from his newspaper when he heard me say this, and his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible for me to look away.
“Is there something wrong?”
