I chuckled darkly as I headed to the counter to order myself a black coffee. Some might say my advances toward her weren’t wanted, but they didn’t know what they were talking about because they didn’t fuckin’ feel the vibes between us. It was intense. Like nothing I’d ever felt before with a woman. And I knew she felt it too. She could say what she wanted to me—tell me no and tell my she loved pussy all she wanted—but there was no denying the breathless look she got when I touched her or the way her eyes dilated when I got too close.
Yeah, she could say what she wanted but her body was speaking a whole different language from what her mouth was talking.
I grabbed my mug of coffee and headed toward her table, grabbing a chair from the table in front of theirs and dragging it noisily so I could sit with them. The conversation immediately died and both her girlfriend and the pussy that wanted into her pants turned to stare daggers at me.
Nancy, however, was a whole different picture.
She chewed at the side of her cheek to contain her smile, but it was there even if it was laced with her feisty attitude.
“So, what are we talking about?” I asked with a cocky smirk, happy to see I was getting under everyone’s skin. Hopefully the other two would fuck off and leave Nancy and me alone.
“I’m sorry, but can you leave?” the girlfriend snapped, her hard stare on me like she was trying to use some magical voodoo shit to take me out. She was hot, no denying that, but she wasn’t buying what I was selling. There was a stark difference between her and Nancy and I wasn’t about to waste my time on her. Plus, Nancy had everything that I wanted right then.
I drummed my fingers on the table and Nancy’s gaze fell to my hands—more importantly to the tattoos that ran across my knuckles. I clenched my hands into fists and grinned, loving it when she blushed and looked away.
“Yeah, you’re not wanted here!” the wannabe boyfriend said, making me almost laugh. Fucker sounded like he was in high school.
I kept my gaze glued to Nancy. To the way she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and the way her chest rose and fell, a slight pink rising across it because of my proximity.
“You sure about that?” I asked, lifting my mug and taking a sip of the hot coffee. “I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ wanted over here.” I rumbled out a chuckle as Nancy squirmed in her seat.
“Nancy,” the girlfriend snapped, turning to stare at her, her gaze flashing angrily. “You need to tell him to leave.”
Nancy looked away from me. “Yes, of course,” she said clearing her throat. But she didn’t say anything else. She looked up at me and shook her head imperceptibly.
“Well?” I asked, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, and I watched Nancy’s gaze follow the movement. “Should I leave? I mean, you’ve already ducked out of work to get away from me—where else you gonna hide?”
“Nancy,” the wannabe boyfriend said, glaring between Nancy and me. “Do you want me to make him leave for you?”
“Yeah, Nancy, tell me to fuck off,” I chuckled, mimicking his childish words as I cracked my knuckles. “We don’t want this dumb fucker here ending up in urgent care now, do we?”
She glanced nervously to him. “Tyler, back off,” she said with little force.
He scowled and pushed his cup away, the coffee spilling over the top of it and splashing across the table. “Really? You’re going to take his side?”
She tried to turn away from him and he grabbed her arm, and I cracked my head from side to side, my smile dropping. Tyler glanced over at me, seeing the look of fury on my face, and he let her go.
“There’s no side to take, Tyler,” she bit out, sounding like the little firecracker I’d seen in the bar the other night. “You really think you can take that on?” She pointed to me, gesturing up and down my body. “I’m trying to stop you from getting yourself killed!”
Tyler scowled even more, his mouth puckering as he tried to contain his words. Made his mouth look like an asshole when he did, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. He snapped his head toward me and I laughed even louder. He really was a little pissant, and he was going to get himself shot in the fuckin’ face if he kept on looking at me like that.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” he bit out, his puckered mouth going even tighter.
I clutched my sides and laughed again. “You. Your mouth looks like an asshole when you’re angry.” I let my laughter die off as Tyler’s cheeks flushed red and he dropped the butthole look. “And she’s right, I’ll kill you if you look at me like that again. Now get the fuck out of here while you can.”
I’d stopped laughing now, every bit of deadly intention written across my face. He pushed away from the table and then leaned over Nancy in a way that neither I nor her girlfriend liked. At least we agreed on one thing: this loser was going to meet a very sticky end if he didn’t back the fuck off.
“I’ll see you later, Nancy,” he said, and kissed her on the cheek, an action which made both me and Nancy’s girlfriend scowl. And then he left, throwing me a bitter look as he walked out of the coffee shop.
One down, one more to go.
“That guy needs to get laid more,” I said as awkward silence fell over the table.
“Agreed,” her girlfriend said, and Nancy looked over at her. “Well, he does. I hate the way he hangs around us all the time. And he’s creepy as hell the way he stares at you.”
“Tammy, don’t do that. You know how it is with Tyler.” Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We’re old school friends, that’s all. He knows that.”
“Not sure he does,” I said, drawing her attention back to me, “but whatever. So that tattoo, you gonna let me do it?” I asked, interrupting them.
