Page 6 of Too Hot To Touch

“Fine. Oh, and by the way, you owe me $1,000,” he says as we pull up to our home and he gets out of the car.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say as I follow him into the house.

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I wakethe next morning after a restless night's sleep. I dreamt of Aspen all night. She was here in our house, in our bed. My cock is tenting the sheets and I groan as I reach under the covers and stroke myself.

My alarm goes off, jerking me from my fantasy before it can even really begin and I jerk my hand away from my dick long enough to turn it off. I don’t want my hand anyway. I want Aspen.

I jump out of bed and head for the shower, eager to get to the coffee shop and see Aspen again. I shower quickly and pull on a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt. I don’t have any meetings today so I can dress a little more casually. I brush my teeth and check my reflection one last time before I head downstairs. I’m slipping my shoes on as Roman comes down the stairs with his hair still damp from his own shower.

“Ready?” I ask.

He nods as he pockets his keys and phone and we head out the door. Jack is waiting in the car outside the front door for us when we step outside.

“To the coffee shop please, Jack.” I say before I bounce back on my seat. Roman smiles as he sees the giddy look on my face.

“She might not be there.” He warns, trying to stop me from getting my hopes up.

We pull up to the coffee shop a couple of minutes later and when I look through the window, I can see Aspen’s bright brown hair as she moves behind the counter.

“She’s here.” I say excitedly as Roman asks Jack if he wants anything from the shop.

I’m out of the car and opening the coffee shop doors before Roman can even slide out of the car. The line is longer today than it was yesterday but I don’t mind because it means that I get to watch Aspen for longer.

There’s another girl working today and she’s on the register while our girl makes the orders. She’s efficient and a hard worker, I realize as I watch her fill order after order. This might also be a bit of a problem. If we want to ask Aspen out again, we need to be able to talk to her. With her making the orders instead of taking them, we won’t have much of a chance. We’ll just have to strike when she hands us our food. There isn’t anyone in line behind us so we might have a bit of an open window.

The line moves quickly and soon we’re next. Aspen still hasn’t seen us. Roman and I have been watching her like hawks from our spot in line this whole time and I can feel Roman’s body tense as we get closer to our girl. Excitement floods my body as we step up to the counter.

I watch as Aspen hands over the order before ours as her coworker asks us what we would like to order. I can’t seem to pry my eyes away from our girl long enough to answer her though. When she doesn’t hear another order come, Aspen looks up and I watch as her eyes widen when she sees Roman and I standing there.

I grin at her and she rolls her eyes before she looks to Roman.

“We missed you last night, Kitten.” I say and her eyes narrow at me.

“Yeah. Sorry, I couldn’t make it.” She says dryly.

I only grin wider at her reaction.

“Two large coffees, one black, one with one sugar, one cream, a blueberry muffin, two coffee cakes, and two bacon, egg, and cheese croissants please.” Roman rattles off.

I want to hit him because by telling her coworker our order, Aspen now has a reason to ignore us. She turns from the counter and starts to bag up the pastries and heat up our sandwiches. While they heat, she pours two coffees, adding sugar and cream to one. She places everything on the counter in front of us, making sure to not touch us like yesterday, before turning and grabbing the hot sandwiches. I want to smile at that. I knew she felt something yesterday. She stuffs the sandwiches in the bag with the pastries and sets them down next to our coffees.

“Hey B, I’m going to take my break now.” She says before Roman and I can get a word out.

My ears perk up that she’s taking a break.Maybe we can get her to take her break with us,I think as I watch her take her apron off and hang it up. Before I can ask her to sit with us though, she’s moving down the hallway and out of our sight. We both stare after her and I don’t know if I should laugh at our clever girl for getting away without talking to us, or disappointed because we didn’t get to talk to her.

I look over at Roman who is staring at the hallway that she disappeared down with a frown. He meets my eyes and we both turn back to the other barista.

“Where does that door lead to?” I ask.

The other barista looks us over before she answers us.

“What do you want with Aspen?” She asks.

“To take her out.” I answer easily.

“Aspen, she’s, well she’s got enough going on in her life. She doesn’t need any more trouble or heartbreak and you two have that written all over you.”

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