Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Sometimes, she just couldn’t help herself.
Mr. Tragic Eyes eyed her for a long moment. “Americano. No sugar.”
Right. Yep. He looked like a guy who liked things simple.
So he definitely wouldn’t like you, then.
Not that she was looking at him like that. Nope. She was not looking at him and those sad eyes and that gorgeous body and stern face and wondering how she could make him smile.
Nope. Nuh-uh. Not her. Because she had some self-preservation left.
What are you talking about? You have none.
Zero.
And she proved that with her next question. “Sugar?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and did that weird thing where he looked everywhere but at her.
He was definitely a bodyguard. That was interesting.
Sondra looked like she had money. But a bodyguard had to cost a fortune. And it was only billionaires and movie stars that could afford one, right?
“Do I look like someone who has sugar?” he asked.
Eek.
Don’t. Do not. Just nod and put through the order.
But Devi once again proved that she was an idiot.
“It might sweeten you up.”
He just stared at her again.
Death. That was what was coming her way. She was going to die. It was in his eyes.
But at least they didn’t look so sad anymore.
Murderous, yes.
Sad, not so much.
Devi was going to count that as a win. At least her impending death wouldn’t be in vain.
Then he reached behind him and she stiffened.
Holy moly. What if he had a gun? Was he going to shoot her?
At least it will be over quick. You won’t suffer.
Really, it might be a relief.
Only . . . he pulled out his wallet.
Jeez, Devi, you’ve been watching way too many mafia movies. Of course he’s not going to shoot you. Why would he do that?
He gave her a curious look, his eyebrow rising. “You all right?”
Lord. How could his voice be so sexy? Slightly raspy and deep, it sent a shiver down her spine. She wondered what it would be like if he gave her orders in the bedroom with that voice?
Too much. She’d likely melt into a pile of goo.
Or she’d push him with some sass. That could be fun too. He looked like a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to establish his dominance.
She just hoped he wasn’t one of those assholes who put himself and his needs first. There were true Doms and then there were dickhead Doms.
Please don’t be a dickhead Dom.
That would totally ruin the fantasy.
Not that she’d ever find out. She barely knew him but he didn’t really invite people to get close. Before today, she hadn’t even been aware that he had a clue who she was.
The fact that he knew her name was mind-blowing.
Don’t read anything into it.
She wouldn’t. But that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t feature in her fantasies the next time she pulled out her vibrator.
Hmm. She hadn’t used it in a while. She didn’t have a lot of privacy in the double-wide trailer she shared with her dad. Although he was a heavy sleeper.
Probably due to all the whiskey he drank.
Mr. Tragic Eyes knocked on the counter and she jumped, gaping at him.
“You okay?” he asked, his gaze narrowing.
Oops. He’d already asked her that and she hadn’t replied yet. She was going to pretend that look he was giving her was one of concern and not annoyance.
“I’m good. Are you paying for both of you?” She glanced over at Sondra who was on her phone.
He grunted and nodded.
“That will be seven seventy-five.”
He gave her a twenty-dollar bill.
“Let me get your change.”
“Keep it.” He turned away and headed toward the table where Sondra sat before Devi could protest that he’d given her too much.
Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t need the money. She took their order to the coffee machine where Aaron was.
He turned, giving her a grouchy look. Aaron was always grumpy, but he didn’t wear it as well as Mr. Tragic Eyes. Shoot, she should have asked him his name.
“You need to daydream less and work more,” Aaron snapped. “You’re not being paid to undress the customers.”
Dear Lord.
She could feel her face growing hot. “I wasn’t doing that.”
Aaron shot her a look of disbelief. “Sure, you weren’t. You were panting after him so much it’s a wonder that your tongue wasn’t hanging out and drool dripping from your mouth.”
Oh my God.
Had she been looking at him like that? Horror flooded her.
“And make sure you split that tip. I’m making the coffee, after all. The part that takes some skill.”
Devi imagined telling Aaron that he could take his job and shove it up his ass.
But she couldn’t do that. She needed this job more than he needed her. Although without her he’d probably have no customers since he was a rude asshole.
To be fair, he did make amazing coffees, and he could always hire someone else to work the counter. Although, before her, everyone he’d hired had quit after a few weeks.