“Thanks.” Picking the glasses up, Juniper makes her way from behind the bar to me.
I guess I didn’t have to come up with a plan to get her out in the open.
My chest falls at the sight of what she’s wearing.Fucking gods.She’s wearing tights and a black leather miniskirt. I swallow at the way it’s hugging her stomach, the way it hikes in the back on her ass.
She sets the drinks onto the table in front of me, and I have to force my eyes to her face. The way she’s standing is such a perfect view. I could reach out and pull her against me, bury my face between her tits and…
I clear my throat as she takes the seat across from me.
“Hi,” she says, and that fucking smirk on her lips is going to be my downfall.
“Hi,” I reply.
Her head tilts, and she sighs so heavily that it reminds me of the beach this morning. “Hi.”
I huff amusedly at the apparent relief in her tone. “Sorry I didn’t get here before your shift.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t sure you’d come by today,” she says.
I can’t stay away from you.
“I told you I would,” I remind her.
She smiles nervously as her eyes dart to the bag and coffee on the table. “You know, we have a cook. You don’t have to bringyour own food in. Unless you’re on a special diet. Are you on a special diet?”
I shake my head. “It’s yours.”
Juniper’s brows narrow at the bag. “What did you bring?” she asks, opening it. “I didn’t…” She pulls the croissant from inside and squints my way. “Did I tell you my bakery order last night?”
I don’t answer, and she grabs the coffee up, giving it a sniff. “Toffee. How did you... This is weird. Have you been stalking me?”
Yes.
“Danielle,” I answer.
“Oh, that makes so much sense. She apparently forgot to order me a cheesesteak for break. Seems like she thought I’d have something to eat already.” Juniper gives Danielle a pursed-lip look over her shoulder, and Danielle grins my way.
I nod in return as if it was all part of the plan.
“What time is break?” I ask Juniper.
She glances at the time on the clock behind her. “Now, actually. As long as we don’t get slammed?—”
“Hey, Juni, table seven asked for five more shots,” Jasmine says as she comes by.
“—in the time it apparently takes me to pour these five shots,” Juniper finishes.
“I can shut the doors. Tell everyone to come back later.”
“Jasmine wouldn’t like that.”
I lean toward her. “I don’t care.”
Juniper snickers and brings the drink she made to her lips. “Who said you were invited on my break?”
“No? That sucks.” I push my chair back and pretend like I’m getting ready to leave. “Okay. I can take a hint?—”
“Nick.”
