Thank God she has me now.
Deciding I’ve waited long enough, I exit my SUV and jog across the street. I have a long night ahead of me at the shop, so I need my Mila fix. It’s been too long.
When I walk intoTwin Roasts, I take a deep breath. They aren’t super busy, but there’s a few tables taken along the wall. Mila spends most of her time in the kitchen, but I see the same girl from last time behind the counter. Perfect.
“Hi, Joelle. Mila in?” I know she is, but I can’t say it outright.
She looks me over briefly, then shrugs. “I can check. She might already be gone for the day. Is it about an order?”
“Of sorts, yeah. Can you let her know Kash is here?”
Nodding, she steps toward the kitchen. A minute or two passes before Mila comes out. She looks so pretty today. A light-yellow shirt hugs her perfect body, and I don’t miss the way her jeans mold over her curves. Mila has a natural beauty that I appreciate so much. She doesn’t have to plaster makeup all over her face to be pretty; she just is. Her eyes soften slightly when they find mine.
“Hey. Can you talk a second?” I croak out.What the fuck?Why do I sound nervous? I have no reason to be. Mila is mine.
Nodding, she offers me a smile. “Sure. Do you want a coffee or anything? I was getting ready to take a break while the bread is baking.”
Fuck me if that’s not an olive branch. I’m taking it. “Sure. Whatever you think is good.”
“Gotcha. Give me a few, and I’ll join you over there.” She points to the table we were at last time.
Is this happening? It’s almost too good to be true. She didn’t tell me to get lost, and she’s joining me, without being handcuffed to my arm.
Mila heads my way a few minutes later as promised, two cups in her hand and a plate. Standing, I grab the plate and drinks from her. “You should have waited. I would have grabbed those for you.”
Setting them on the table, I gesture for her to sit. Can I count this as a date? No. Mila deserves more than a quick bread break as a date.
“So, what can I do for you, Kash?” she asks, taking a sip of her drink.
That is a loaded question.Let me take you to bed, marry you, have little mini-Milas and love you foreverprobably isn’t what she wants to hear, so I settle for something a bit tamer. “Go out with me. Please.”
Laughing lightly, she sits back and gestures toward my untouched cup on the table. “I don’t think that’s going to happen, Kash.”
“Why not?” I’m curious why she won’t give me a chance. I need to hear what her reservations are so I can fix them. I’m willing to try regular routes before resorting to kidnapping.
“Well, for one, I’m not your type.”
“You are my only type.”
Continuing like I didn’t interrupt, she adds, “Your friend is dating my friend, and it would get messy if we started something and it didn’t work out. Plus, given your dating history, or lack of it, I don’t do hookups and you don’t do relationships.”
“I don’t either. Well, not anymore. I’m not that guy, Mila. Let me show you.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, my gaze immediately dips, causing her to laugh. “Yeah, you’re not that guy, Kash, but you just looked at my chest.”
“I can’t help it. It’s a part ofyou, and I like all parts of you.”
“That’s such a line.” Mila scoffs. For being the ‘nice twin,’ my girl sure is hard on my ego. “Kash,” she continues, “I think we could be good friends, but I don’t think more would work. You’re a nice guy, and obviously good-looking. You’ll have no problem finding a girl.”
Winner, winner. There she is.“So, you think I’m good-looking?” I almost preen like a peacock. I knew she was affected by me. I can work with this. It makes the whole ‘might have to kidnap her’ thing a bit less extreme. If Mila is already attracted to me, and willing to admit it, I just have to break down those walls around her.Game on.
“Okay, Mila,” I concede. “We can start as friends. After all, the best relationships are built on a solid foundation of friendship and communication. So, tell me something about you then.”
Mila stares at me in silence for an eternity, then puts me out of my misery by asking, “What do you want to know?”
What do you look and sound like when you come? Do you like being fucked hard or soft? If I wrap my fist around your hair and guide you to your knees, what would you do? Do you want to build a life with me and have a dozen kids?
Of course, I can’t ask her any of those things, so I settle for something less shocking. “Tell me about one of your tattoos. Where it is, what it is, who did it etc.” God, I hope it wasn’t done by some guy. If Ican’t see them, that means they’re some place private, and the idea someone saw her like that makes me see red.
