Page 7 of Mr. Delicious
My spot of comfort which gave me an unobstructed view of my object of affection was taken up by a young mother who looked to be in her early twenties and her toddler. A boy who was drawing on a piece of white paper while she tapped away on her phone.
Selene, one of the waitresses who was always trying to get my attention flashed her pearly whites at me, and pushed out her tits a little more. Making a show of the recent work she’d had done.
Not that I set out to look, but it was hard not to notice when I constantly had her breasts shoved in my face daily.
I noticed three days ago she’d gone up at least two cup sizes.
I took a seat by the window, opened my laptop so I could pretend to be busy, and hoped it would deter her if I looked like I was working. Usually I’d answer a few pressing emails that would have come through in the night. Then I would read the morning news.
The shushing of the coffee machines sounded along with the clanking of cups and plates as I shuffled into the booth.
I looked around for Wren. She’d be here first thing to greet her customers, and then she’d make the first batch of coffee with those magical fingers.
First pot always tasted the best. The other guys made the coffee any old way, without heart.
Wren always made the first batch of cookies too. I looked like a man who never saw sugar in his life, but I’d brake my strict health rules for one of her cookies. I always took a chocolate chip and cinnamon cookie for the road every day.
Chocolate chip and cinnamon cookies were only available here. As with everything else that woman thought up.
Marc was right about one thing. I wasn’t a saint.
I wanted that woman. Not just for the magical pastries, but for her.
If she were mine I’d spoil her rotten, and I wouldn’t have her working so hard.
The poor angel worked every day of the week. I knew that because except for when I was away travelling for business or pleasure, I was here.
It was routine for me to start my day here.
Maybe I was crazy indeed. And since she wasn’t mine I needed to stop thinking about her.
I needed someone like her. Beautiful and sexy, with that heart warmth.
All traits that idiot of a boyfriend she had didn’t deserve. I was biased though, so… in my world no one deserved her, not even me.
It was nice though when she looked at me it was always with interest, like there could be something. Like she wanted there to be something.
She wasn’t a cheater though, and neither was I.
My interest in her ran deeper still, more than she’d ever know.
Selene came up to me with my usual. Rich black Columbian coffee, no sugar and a lightly toasted cinnamon bagel.
Pretty girl. I probably would have gone for her a few years back, before I stepped away from the billionaire bad boy image. Most said I was still like that, but I begged to differ.
Selene gave me a once over as she set the plate with the bagel down on the table. But she kept hold of the coffee and twirled the ends of her blonde ponytail around her thumb. Bright blue eyes trained on me.
“I always feel like I should ask you if you want something else.” She stated, smile widening.
“The usual is fine thanks.” Jesus, the look of seduction she was giving me was through the roof sexy.
“You sure? Wren has a special going on her sugar buns.”
It was the way she saidsugar buns. Slow and sexy, her blue gaze darkening with desire.
“I’ll just have my usual cookie for the road if there’s any.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry. The one thing you ask for and we don’t have. Boss isn’t here yet. Only she makes those.” The smile receded into a little lopsided grin.
