IfI show up to the coffee shop.
We reach her door, and she pulls her keys out of her backpack and fiddles with them. “Thanks for lunch. And for babysitting me today. You didn’t have to do that.”
I use my thumb and forefinger to tilt her chin up. “It was my pleasure.”
Her pupils are dilated, and her lips slightly parted.
I lean in closer, my mouth only an inch from hers, ready to kiss her even though I just told myself I need to stay away from her, when she whispers, “I only kiss strangers. And we’re basically besties now, so I don’t think this would be a good idea.”
Did I just get friend-zoned? And with a joke?
Oh hell no.
I use the hand on her chin to wrap around the nape of her neck and pull at the hair there, causing her head to tilt up even more. My other hand goes to her hip to bring her in closer, fusing our bodies together.
A small gasp escapes her mouth and I bring my lips to her ear. “Trust me beautiful, we are anything but friends,” I whisper back, letting my tongue flick the edge of her ear.
Her hands are on my hips squeezing tightly, exactly like earlier today. And I know she can feel my growing length through our clothes.
My best guess is that her pussy is dripping right now. A thought I really shouldn’t have when my body’s touching hers because it’s only making me harder.
I’m only human.
I press a lingering kiss right next to her mouth, just to tease us both, and step back to let her go. “Lock the door behind you, please. And for God’s sake get some blackout curtains,” I demand. I give her the bag of food in my hand and turn to go to my car that’s still parked across the street.
She must be stunned speechless because she’s still standing in front of her door when I get into my SUV.
Good. It will give her something to think about this week.
I wait until she’s inside to head back to my house. There’s something that’s been on my mind since last night that I wasn’t able to take care of sleeping in my car.
I need to find out who this Candy and Brad character are.
They need to pay for what they did to Jordan.
~ ~ ~
I don’t go into the coffee shop until Wednesday morning and I’m kind of shocked to find that Jordan isn’t there. Instead, the older woman who gave me my coffee on Sunday is behind the counter.
“Good morning,” she greets. “It’s you, from Sunday. Nice to see you again.” She smiles wide.
Good memory.
I give her a nod and smile. “A Mocha Choca Latte please.”
“You got it.”
When she’s done making my drink I have to ask, “Where’s Jordan this morning?”
“Oh…Every month I cover for her one day during the week. She goes to some meeting or something. She doesn’t elaborate. But Penny gives her the whole day off. As far as I’m concerned, that girl needs a whole week off. She works too hard. Always coming in to help when she’s not scheduled. She’s an angel.”
“Hmm…” I hum and nod. “Thank you,” I tell her.
Instead of sticking around, I head to my car. It’s not even six o’clock yet but I go for a drive and park the car at a beach a little closer to downtown.
I slowly savor my mocha. It’s good but not as good as the one Jordan makes.
If I’m being completely honest with myself, I stick around in the mornings because of her.
