Page 12 of Cursed Love
Thirty minutes later, she grabbed the ball and threw it across the room. Nothing had worked. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. With a quick glance at the clock, she realized she needed to get to bed. She had to open in the morning, and as it was, the failed exercise had left her drained.
If only she could have moved the ball. She stared at the offending object on the ground below her window and sighed. “Stupid ball.”
Brandy tucked the letter into the grimoire and walked into her closet. Moving clothes aside, she hid the priceless book where no one could easily find it. It would do for now, especially if Greg changed his mind and returned for his things.
Chapter 6
The walk to work was uneventful, which was an accomplishment for sure after her walk home last night. The hum throughout her body no longer felt foreign, at least not as much as it used to.
Brandy scanned her dark surroundings as she quickly moved along the sidewalk. There were no dogs growling, and the feeling of being watched wasn’t there either. When she reached the door, she let herself in and made sure to lock it behind her.
She turned on the lights and worked on a few things in her office before it was time to let her employee in. In no time, the machines were brewing and filling the café with the aroma of coffee in time to open for the caffeine addicts.
Brandy managed to keep her emotions neutral, and the morning was going along like any other… until the tingling along her skin spiked.Hewalked in and stepped in line. She really hadn’t expected to see him again. She wondered how he knew where to find her.
She took orders and moved the line along, becoming more agitated as he neared. Her eyes couldn’t seem to focus, as they kept flitting to his face. She admired him under the shop’s lights. It seemed when one was attacked by a tubar, they didn’t care about how someone looked at the time. Her mystery hero maintained his serious expression throughout his wait, but all she could focus on was his strong jaw.
As Brandy noted his soft and kissable-looking full lips, he stepped forward to the counter. Her cheeks flushed, and her gaze dropped to the register. “What can I get you?”
“You okay?” he asked, his voice deeper than she remembered.
Her eyes flitted to the pretty brunette behind him who was checking out his ass. Part of her wanted to giggle, but what worried her more was the part which wanted to shove the woman away. “Yeah—”
“Ah!” the woman cried.
Her mystery hero turned around and looked from the brunette, now on the ground, to Brandy and raised an eyebrow. Without saying a word, he helped the woman to her feet, a banana smacking him on the back of his head when his hand touched the woman’s.
Brandy covered her mouth in surprise. She couldn’t figure out if she’d made the banana fly or how the woman had ended up on the floor. Looking around the store, she spotted a few others watching the scene, their brows knitted with confusion.
Her gaze returned to his as he rubbed the back of his head. “Really?”
“Are you okay, sir?” Brandy asked, rubbing her hands along her apron.
A nervous giggle threatened to escape when he only stared at her. She wasn’t sure how long this went on when he finally spoke.
“Chai.”
“You want a chai tea? Gre—”
“I want chai. Plain,” he said with annoyance.
She raised a brow at his tone. “So you want a plain chai tea?”
He shook his head. “Chai. Just chai. No need to say tea. You’re only repeating yourself. Chai is tea, so when you say chai tea, you are saying tea tea. I would like aplain chai,” he said, emphasizing it.
She didn’t know about the whole tea tea part, but she did know he was being an ass to her. Unnecessarily mean at that. “Okay,” she bit back as the humming increased.
Narrowing her eyes at the jerk, she told him the amount. While he poked at the credit card screen, she glanced at the pen next to the register.
Control.
So far, she’d managed to move things this morning without wanting to. If only she could get the pen to flick him between the eyes. To Brandy’s surprise, the pen shook and lifted, then moved slowly through the air at her mystery jerk.
He raised an eyebrow at her before the pen stopped and changed directions. It hit her on top of her head as he whispered, “Control.”
She grabbed the pen as he walked away to wait for his chai. “Jerk,” she mumbled and watched the corner of his lips twitch.
The early morning crowd moved quickly after he left the counter. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they wanted without hemming and hawing. Brandy thought it was fantastic… and utterly abnormal.
