My sexy stranger collects my trays and carries them inside for me, guiding me with a hand on the small of my back.
“Breathe,” he whispers as we step through the door.
Setting the trays on a table, he looks at me.
“Is there anywhere you can gather yourself?” I nod and take his hand.
Why? I have no fucking clue. I am winging this while having a mini panic attack.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter Four
Romeo
Fuck me, I wanted to swing at the prick who was mouthing off at the chick who works at the coffee place I was trying out.
I have seen her once or twice, but never interacted. She is hot as fuck, with her curvy body and thick dark curls. Her smile always brightens up her face, and her customers smile with her, clearly showing that they like her.
I needed to step in after hearing the nasty things the wanna-be rich prick was saying to her. Her body was coiled, but she hid it well, which I have respect for. There is no way she would have made a scene in front of her business.
Men should know how to respect women, not put them down. The tension in the air made it clear that boundaries had been crossed, and I couldn't just stand by in silence. It is why I stepped in, whispered in her ear to play along, but damn, her sweet vanilla scent hit my senses, making my cock thicken in my pants.
Her hips felt good under my palm, but I needed to refrain from bending her over the table and fucking her, showing the cunt of an ex just how fucking good she is.
The way she shivered when I called her ‘good girl;’ I had to fight a smirk that wanted to break free.
“Would you like a coffee?” she asks me once we enter a small corner of a book store that is attached to the coffee shop.
I nod. “Black, one sugar.” With a little nod, she leaves to get my drink.
Looking around I take in the store: it is filled with many shelves of books, some with artwork on them, others covered with shirtless men. On the wall in a holder is artwork, but there are stickers covering some parts of the image. When I squint and lean forward, I see that they are fucking pornographic images. Like a sex scene from a book. Fuck me, readers are kinky fuckers.
Is this chick like that?
Does she like a certain kink? The praise I gave her got an instant reaction, so maybe she is into that.
“Here you go. I am Nell, by the way. I thought that I should introduce myself since you just saved me out there,” she rambles.
She avoids my eyes and nearly misses the chair, but I steady her by the elbow. Embarrassed, she blushes, and it's endearing. Women do not blush around me; they are overly confident and come on strong, but I feel that Nell is different. Strong, yet reserved.
"Sorry," she says quietly.
"Don't apologize. Where's the fighter who just gave her ex a piece of her mind?"
She laughs, pushing a strand of hair aside.
Why is that so cute?
“I may have come across as bold but inside I was shaking like a palm tree in a hurricane. It has been months since I saw him, or them together. It caught me off guard.”
“He hurt you?” She shakes her head.
“No, we were over long before I filed for divorce. It was…” She sighs. “Still is, the humiliation that he cheated. I thought we would last, ya know, but his loss I guess. I can be and do what I want now. I can walk around my apartment naked if I want.” She gasps, looking at me. “Not that I do that.”
Her cheeks heat again, making me laugh.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” Her gaze shoots to mine and I wink.
