Chapter 4
Jenna
Everything about the tattooed bad boy made my body ache. From the deep sound of his voice to the way he watched me like he knew something I didn't. If I could be as ballsy with him as I was with my friends and family, we'd be in business.
The business of making him spew like a fountain.
I blushed at my line of thinking, which only led me to feel like more of an idiot. No one could hear my internal thoughts. After watching him flirt with Cynthia, I gave him a shy smile and went back to helping customers. The mantra in my head rolled over and over, each time the chant grew louder.
Live a little. Say something to him. Live a little. Say something to him.
"Hey. You okay?" Sam stopped beside me and rubbed the top of my back.
"What? Yeah. Of course." I turned to face him and gave him an innocent smile. "Why do you ask?"
"Cause you get really stiff when that guy comes in. I've noticed it over the last few months especially. Is he bothering you?" Sam lifted his eyebrow. "Cause I can-"
"What?" I chuckled. "No. I mean, no. He's great. He's loyal to this place." I glanced toward Nathaniel, only knowing his name because unlike me, Cynthia wasn't shy at all. "I'm just attracted to him. It's... complicated?"
"I'd say so." Sam laughed softly. "Attracted to him? Why? He looks like a hood-rat."
My attention turned back to Nate. Thick muscles stretched his black t-shirt, and the tattoos running down his arms were tribal, dark, angry. His eyes were the color of the center of the ocean. Brilliant and drawing. His smile was sexy and promised things I wasn't even sure I could survive. And the way he filled out his jeans... fuck me.
"I love how he looks." I sucked in a quick breath, embarrassed as hell by the airiness of my voice. It'd been a year of fantasizing over thehood-ratsitting by the window, sipping his coffee and watching the world go by outside. How many times had I writhed in my bed, my fingers punishing my pussy with him in my mind's eye?
"I can see that. Go talk to him." Sam bumped his shoulder against mine, moving me out of the way of the register.
"What? No." I shook my head and looked up at my boss as fear raped my insides. "I'm on the clock."
"Who cares? I've never seen you light up like you just did. Like it's Christmas around here. Get out there."
"You just called him a hood-rat."
"So? You disagreed."
"I take it back," I stumbled over my words. "I can't. I just..."
"You just need to stop being silly and get over there. He's been coming in here for a year, and honestly... he hates coffee."
"What?" I glanced over at Nate as my heart beat frantically in my chest. Every nerve ending inside of me pulsed in anticipation of the doors that could open from a simple conversation. Would he take me home that day? Strip me naked and lick every inch of me?
A groan lodged in my throat, and heat burned my chest and neck.
"The man hates coffee."
"So you know him now?" I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to relax a little. It wasn't going to happen, but fuck if I wasn't trying to force it.
"No, but I know coffee drinkers, and heain'tone of them." Sam smiled. "Go. Seriously."
"I will after you tell me how you know he's not a coffee drinker. I think you're full of it."
"Nope. Watch when he takes a drink. He winces."
"Maybe it's hot."
"Or maybe it's that he doesn't like the bitter flavor of coffee."
"He could have added cream to it, Sam. Or a flavoring." I watched Nate lift the cup to his lips and damn if he didn't wince. There was no way the drink was still hot. He didn't like it.
