Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The bell on the door rang, and I lifted my eyes to see Saxon walk in. The smile that curled my lips wasn’t forced. Seeing him was nice. Deep down, I normally tensed up every time someone new walked in. Terrified it would be Tyde. Even if Saxon was just here to get a coffee and go, it made me feel less alone for the moment.
“Hello,” I greeted him. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
He shrugged. “You left me no choice, running off before the rest of the world woke up.”
“Did we talk about where I worked?” I asked him, realizing this wasn’t a coincidence. He wasn’t here for coffee.
A guilty grin made his dimples pop. “I might have asked your mom.”
That was so sweet. He’d asked about me. Asked my mom. And he was here. Why did this not give me flutters? What was wrong with me? I should get that giddy, excited feeling. Right?
“Well then, choose your poison. It’s on me,” I told him.
The bell chimed again. I looked over his shoulder, and my eyes collided with gray ones. The butterflies erupted in my stomach. A smile spread across my face before I could stop it. Why? Because I was stupid. A very stupid girl. But Trev Hughes’s sexy smirk, formfitting T-shirt, and khaki shorts, which showed off his muscular, tanned lower legs—it was lethal.
“Hey, Lollipop,” he drawled, and my heart did a weird tightening thing.
“Trev.” I said his name, unable to keep the pleased sound from my voice.
He noticed. I could see it in the way he was looking at me. He knew he was sex on a stick, and he enjoyed the effect it had on females.
“You ran off on me. Not even a goodbye.” The teasing twinkle in his eyes made my nipples pebble because I was a glutton for punishment.
“Work,” I stated the obvious.
“If I’d known you needed to get back earlier, Lollipop, I’d have made that happen. You should have told me.”
“During or after your orgy on the dance floor last night?” Saxon asked.
Trev ignored him, keeping his eyes fixed on me. “You left last night without a goodnight too. My feelings are hurt.”
I rolled my eyes. We both knew his feelings were not hurt. “I am sure you survived just fine last night.”
He placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me. I looked for you, and Sax had taken you away.”
“You had your hands full. Literally,” I shot back at him, then worried that I’d sounded bitter about that.
“Lollipop, there were only two. My hands were definitely not full.”
“Ooookay, rein that shit in,” Saxon said, glaring at his friend, then turned back to me. “I’ll have two espresso shots and a slice of the carrot cake. For here.” He paused, then slapped Trev’s stomach with the back of his hand. “Order some food and let her work.”
Trev shot Saxon a very brief, annoyed look before turning his megawatt smile on me again. “Just a black coffee, whatever sandwich you suggest, a brownie, and that chocolate peanut butter cake.”
“A slice?” I asked, wanting to laugh that he’d started this order with “just,” then ordered way more than Saxon.
He smirked. “The whole cake.”
“You want that entire cake?” I asked, looking at the cake that Geoff, the baker, had just brought up here thirty minutes ago.
He nodded.
“Um, I have to go ask how much the whole cake is,” I told him.
“Will this cover it?” he asked, holding out two one-hundred-dollar bills.
I frowned at the cash, then lifted my eyes back to meet his. “That’s way too much. It might be a hundred for all of Saxon’s food, yours, and the cake.”
“Excellent,” he said, dropping the two bills on the counter. “The cake is to go.”
I picked up the money and handed him back a bill. He shook his head and winked before walking over to the table closest to me and sitting down.
“Trev, this is too much,” I tried again.
“He’s not going to take it back. Might as well give up,” Saxon said.
“This is crazy,” I muttered, then took the other bill and placed it in the tip jar.
I split the tips with the morning shift. Donja and Jerry would be thrilled.
I took the cake and put it in a box, then bagged it before someone came in and asked for a slice. Then, I went about making two sandwiches instead of one since he’d given me too much money and filling the rest of their order. Saxon had gone to sit across from Trev, and I tried not to look at them until I had their orders ready. I placed everything on a tray and turned to take it to them but Trev was standing at the counter.
“I’ll take it,” he told me.
I handed it to him, and he nodded at the cake. “That’s yours.”