Page 32 of Maddox
What? Really?
“Boys,” she says with a breathy laugh, and I drop my gaze when Maddox looks up.
Instead, I study the blue and pink swirls in the counter as she says, “Anything else?”
Into the silence, I grudgingly glance his way, to find Maddox studying me with a rather peculiar expression.
His companion pulls the coffee forward and sniffs from the lip while Maddox watches me before he finally looks away with a small smirk.
Ugh.
Darcy can have them, I decide, grabbing the rag under the counter and scrubbing at a stubborn stain.
I may be avoiding the man but that doesn’t mean I’m not waiting to see how this is going to go down with Darcy…color me curious.
Romeo says something that I can’t hear, and Darcy returns with a bemused smile. Stopping beside me, she leans into my shoulder and says, “I’d like to be sandwiched between those two.”
My mouth sours at her statement and I shake my head, fighting off visions of Maddox touching her skin. That morphs to images of him touchingmeand I stifle a groan as I move toward the salt and pepper shakers.
Get a grip, Delaney.
Maddox is a man, not a boy. He doesn’t snivel over his allowance and complain about homework.
Other than the allowance I no longer have, that picture is me which translates to—he’s out of my league.
While Darcy disappears into the back, I continue my close out prep, achingly aware once more of Maddox’s dark eyes on me.
After a few minutes, Darcy comes through the swinging doors, carrying two pieces of pie and I glower when she sets them down before the two guys.
I can’t see Romeo’s expression, but my throat burns when Maddox raises a brow and aims that sexy smirk in her direction.
She touches her neck, which emphasizes her large breasts and leans over, giving him a healthy view of her cleavage.
“I hope you like warm pie,” she purrs.
Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I turn away, muttering under my breath.
It shouldn’t bother me because I barely met the man myself, but I hate that they’re flirting. More so because it’s working.
Five minutes later, the guys stand to leave, dropping two twenties on the table.
When Darcy pulls off her apron and tosses it on the counter, my jaw drops.
“Cover for me?” she says while I stand frozen and she follows them to the door.
Maddox is the last one through and I snap my mouth closed when he looks back with his dangerous smile and winks.
Winks!
Maddox
I don’t know what it is about Delaney, but I enjoy the fuck out of watching her blush and get all tongue tied. Maybe it’s because the women who roll through the club are all jaded and any innocence they may have had is long gone.
Delaney is refreshingly real and the notion of tasting the sweet underneath her cute uniform leaves me aching.
Of course, she stuttered and got all twitterpated when Romeo asked for coffee. It happens—a lot.
The man was born with a pretty face. I suspect he hates it but he’s not above using it to bag all the chicks who gravitate toward him.
