Page 40 of Fly Back to Me
Bingo.
I smile, picking up my latte to fall back in the chair. Angling my posture just right, I tastefully poke out the swell of my assets in the fitted top under my shacket. “Be careful. If you added that to your menu, you’d make me a regular customer,” I tease before tasting my drink.
“Is that a bad thing?” Cade asks.
I shrug. “You tell me.”
“My business is new. Regular and willing customers are always welcome.”
“Ah,” I nod through a teasing grin. “So, you would just useme for business.”
His eyes hood, chin gently tilting up as a couple black tendrils slap the top of his forehead. Slightly curled and careless.
Fucking beautiful.
“You make it sound like I should be using you for something else.”
His sexual undertone reignites the electric spark from before, my skin flushing pink. “I’m just making conversation,” I feign innocence.
He wets his peach lips. Then his inked hand scrubs through his locks as he leans over the table again. “The way you make conversation is a little forward, no?”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” I volley back.
He barely shakes his head. “I wouldn’t use that word.”
I place my coffee cup on the quartz, laying my palms on my jean-clad thighs to straighten up. “What word would you use?”
For a few silent beats, his icy-blue eyes carefully roam my face. They give nothing away. “Frustrated.”
“Maybe you should stop being so closed off then,” I challenge.
“Maybe I should walk you to your car,” he suggests quickly.
My skin cools at his eagerness to get rid of me, but I figure I can’t throw all my tricks at him at once.
We both stand, and once he swipes his coat off the Tiffany blue bench, we weave between the tables and chairs to the exit. “I’m just going to leave a note. You can go ahead,” I say before chucking my trash away.
I reach the “Hello Board,” smirking when the black leather of his jacket wanders around my periphery. And if I didn’t want to climb him like a tree before, I sure as hell do now.
He’s waiting anyway.
It’s the small gestures that matter.
Within a few minutes, my scribbled message is tacked onthe cork board before I turn to him with a cheeky smile.
And then I disappear out the glass doors.
Chapter 17
Cade
You never called.
This girl.
Her boldness entices me, drawing me in like a moth to the brightest flame. My head knows my curiosity is unwise, but my body reacts to her like second nature. She’s also not making it the easiest job in the world to ignore her—blowing gusts of whirling winds that threaten to tear apart my sanity.
As my boots meet the sidewalk, I briefly pout when there’s no immediate trace of her. I shift my head to the right before turning it left, finding her idled at the corner crosswalk.
