A short time later, her friend Mona placed his drink on the counter, looking at him curiously. He wondered what Cammie had told her about their date last night. Mona bustled off to make another coffee while a different employee put his wrap in front of him.
He took his food and drink to Charlie’s table, and she stood up to greet him with a hug.
She was dressed in a white silk blouse and high-waisted dress pants. Her chin-length brown hair was a new look and he flicked a strand of it with his finger.
“I like the new look,” he said as they sat down.
She pinned him with a knowing gaze. “Don’t lie. I know you prefer women with long hair.”
His eyes flickered to Cammie, who was taking another customer’s order, but he quicky refocused on Charlie. “Well, it looks good on you.”
Charlie chuckled and took a bite of her sandwich. As she chewed, her eyes shifted toward Cammie just as his did, but she wasn’t subtle about it. She stared for a moment, curiosity in her eyes.
“So, who’s the girl?”
“Why do you ask?” He’d tried going for nonchalant, but the half smile pulling at his mouth probably gave him away and he caved. “Okay, her name is Cammie.”
She nodded. “I saw you guys flirting when you ordered your food. And then, I caught her pretty smile disappear when you hugged me.”
Leo’s attention snapped to Cammie again. The line was gone, and now she was wiping down the counter with a white rag and Charlie was right. She’d lost her smile. In fact, this was the first time he’d ever seen her with a frown on her pretty face.
He pushed his chair back. “Excuse me,” he said to Charlie. “I’ll be right back.”
He ignored his friend’s chuckle as he walked toward the counter.
Cammie looked up as he approached, the light in her eyes dull, her smile forced.
“I’m about to go on break, Leo. But Mona can help you if you need it,” she said with no inflection in her voice, as if talking to a stranger.
Oh, hell no.
She turned away and headed to the back of the store.
He strode around the counter and followed her, ignoring the protest of one of the baristas. Passing through a swinging door, he found himself in a small kitchen. Cammie was already on the other side of the room, pushing through another door and closing it behind her.
He walked past the man making sandwiches and ended up in a tiny breakroom with a refrigerator and two round tables.
Cammie stared at him with big eyes as headed toward her. “What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked, sounding shocked instead of angry.
“Following you. Now tell me, are you jealous I’m here with another woman?” he asked, knowing he was being too blunt, but her emotional distance put him on edge even as the possibility of her jealousy pleased him. The contradictory emotions clashed and made him lose all his finesse.
“What? Why would you even ask that?” She stared at him in disbelief.
That wasn’t a no.
He stepped into her personal space, close enough to feel her body heat and smell the vanilla and apricot scent of her hair. She glared at him, but he didn’t mind. It was better than the lifeless look she’d had a moment ago.
“Are you jealous, Cammie?” he asked again, their mouths nearly touching.
“Ofcoursenot!” She nibbled on her bottom lip, a sure sign she was lying. “I mean, why would you even think that? That’s just crazy,” she asked, doubling down.
He smirked, and she took a step back, putting some distance between them. But the breakroom was small, with nowhere for her to go. Her back hit the wall, and he was right there, pressing into her. His cock ached, nudging hard against her softer body, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
He braced his forearms on the wall beside her head and stared into her eyes, which darkened with need.
“Leo…”
“I think youarejealous,” he said. “Why is that, sweetheart?”
