Page 8 of Mr. Delicious
“Where is she?”
“Not sure. I could try to make you something.” When she leaned forward to rest the coffee on the table I got a good view of her left breast. Nipple and all as intended.
But just then the door opened and something more desirable stole my mind.
Wren rushed in and headed straight over to her friend, Stella.
She looked upset, and her usual put together appearance looked disheveled.
My heart stilled when I noticed the tears running down her cheeks.
All the time I’d known her I’d never seen anything but a smile on her beautiful face.
Today was…
What the hell could have happened to her?
I would have asked if I’d said more than a hello to her over the whole time I’d been coming here.
Since we didn’t know each other like that, all I could do was watch.
