Taming His Stallion [BWWM]

5_Stable Girl

Danny

I stepped into the diner, owned by Bo Rae.

My friend and one of the few people I trusted.

He was the younger brother of the Florette sisters.

He wasn't too pleased about having such an emasculating surname.

As a result, he changed his name to Bo Rae the day he turned eighteen.

His given name had seen him see a lot of trouble over the years.

To the point where he had been in a quite lot of brawls, defending his name.

Literally.

As the years went by, he'd acquired a fearsome reputation.

Anyone who so much as dared speak a negative word about his name, would get the brunt of his anger.

I would know, I been his back up back in the day.

Our friendship had its rocky days, but Bo was a solid guy.

He'd had my back on numerous occasions.

The muscly man in the hairnet and apron hollered my name, signalling me over.

There always seemed to be a spot for me at the Florette's Diner.

Now, come to think of it, Bo had matured considerably.

The town knew better than to question his origins.

He may have been a Florette by birth, but he'd be damned if he'd allow anyone to walk over him because of his name.

Just try him.

He was a maniac.

I talked a little with some townfolk before manoeuvring to the counter.

"Andrews,"

"Bo," We greeted each other.

Everyone loved the Florette's Diner, despite all the trouble surrounding the owner.

Every time I'd visited the diner, it was filled to capacity.

That was the reputation Bo had built for himself.

Bo didn't ask what I wanted, he knew my order.

He whipped me up the usual.

A warm buttery biscuit, one of the house specials.

A spicy ham and cheese omelette and blanched vegetables along with a cup of what I'd like to call majestic cream.

A cup of coffee made exclusively at the diner, and a toothpick.

Within a few minutes, he placed the plate and coffee before me.

"Do I have to ask?"

"Not at all," I replied, taking my knife and fork, slicing into the buttery biscuit.

In reality, it was a honey glazed bun with a crispy crust, soft and satisfying at the core.

Bo was by no means a gossip, but it was a diner and people talk.

Anyone could learn a lot from serving others.

This was a small town, where everyone knew everyone.

News spread around faster than a speeding bullet.

"So you heard?" I asked.

"Is a pistol a gun?" Bo asked, sarcasm marinating every word.