Page 13 of Mr. Delicious
Right now, I was more concerned with the chance to talk to her properly.
I stayed well past my usual time waiting for her to come back out. When she did she looked a little more put together in her appearance.
Being short of a waitress she grabbed an apron and put it around her tiny waist.
I watched her like a predator watched its prey as she made her way up the row across from me to take the orders from the people who’d just come in.
The place was too busy. I didn’t know how in the hell she was going to manage.
She frowned when she got back around the counter.
“Where’s Priscilla?” she asked Selene,
“I have no idea. I hope she’ll be in later,” Selene replied. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Don’t mind me,” Wren answered. Selene left her and went out back to the break room.
I got up and walked over to the counter. I always left a tip. Usually, I’d just drop the money in the tip jar and go, but I had other ideas today.
Wren’s hair was pulled up in one of those loose high buns, and she wore a simple white blouse and a skirt, just casual enough to be comfortable. While I knew she wasn’t trying, I thought the outfit looked sexy as hell. I liked what the skirt did to her legs, and the way it clung to her ass, caressing it the way I would if I could touch her.
She didn’t see me come up and was so consumed with cleaning the coffee machine she didn’t notice the opened bottle of milk that was practically falling off the counter. It didn’t take much. Her elbow just brushed against it, but it was enough to send it to the ground, splashing milk everywhere.
“Dammit!” she cursed.
I dropped a twenty in the tip jar. Usually, it was five, but I felt it would help to some extent today. This was the part where I would go on my way, and I still could. Maybe this sweet woman didn’t need to know more about me than she already did, which was nothing. I wondered how she would react if she knew I was the person she paid her loan to.
HerMr. Delicious. Yes, I’d heard them call me that several times.
Never being the one to pass up a chance, especially when it threw itself at me, I walked around the counter, grabbed a roll of kitchen towels, ready to help, but froze when I saw her on her knees before me trying to clean up the milk with her paper towel .
My eyes glued to her shapely behind, and I smiled. There was nothing better than looking at a gorgeous woman on her knees, and I wished this was a different setting that involved me and her naked somewhere private where I could indulge on her fine body.
When she turned around and saw me, the color drained from her face. I held up the paper towels and tore off a few sheets and lowered to the ground to join her.
“Hi,” I said with my trademark smile.
“Hi.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she brought her hand to her chest.
“I’ll get this.” I smiled wider.
“Oh no, no. I’m fine.” She looked at me as if she was trying to figure me out. It was understandable since this was the most we’d actually spoken in all the time I’d known her, or rather, all the time that I’d been coming here.
“Let me help clean up,” I repeated.
“I couldn’t possibly. You’re my customer and…” her voice trailed off when I placed the paper towels down on the milk and started soaking it up. “Thank you. I’m a little short staffed today.”
I didn’t bother to tell her she was most days. If any of my staff took the liberties hers did, they’d be fired. But then it was her nature to be sweet. People took advantage of sweet, kind people. They saw their positive traits as weaknesses.
“It’s cool.” I tore off some more and cleaned up the rest quickly so she wouldn’t have to. I placed the soaked paper towels in the bin when I was done and looked back up at her to find she was watching me.
Even with those puffy eyes and her blotchy skin, she was beautiful, and up this close, I could see the perfection to her face. I could also tell that she’d been through a lot.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” She stood up, and I followed. Nervously, she brushed away a lock of hair from her face but didn’t realize she’d left some milk on it from her fingers.
“You’re welcome,” I replied, and could tell from the look on her face I surprised her when I reached forward and lightly brushed the slight hint of milk away from her hair. Her face reddened. “Milk in your hair.”
I loved when women were nervous around me. It gave me the upper hand and placed me in the driving seat.
