Page 2 of Spy Book Boyfriend

“Oh my God, it’s Aja!”

A young girl yelled in my face before shoving me out of her way. She took off running at full speed to get to someone named Aja. I had come in here to get a strong ass Cuban coffee to help wake me up, but that screech did the job all on its own. I turned to see what the commotion was all about, thinking the coed was calling out to one of her little friends. Boy was I wrong.

Walking through the door of my favorite coffee shop, Breezy’s, was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She was tall, athletic, and thick in all the right places. Her mocha skin glowed in the sunlight, making my hands itch to touch her. I was dying to see if she was as soft as she appeared. Her tiny crop tee clung to her full breasts and her legs looked like they extended for several miles in that flirty pleated mini skirt. Fuck me! I was in love.

The gorgeous woman stopped to take pictures with her hoard of adoring fans. Mesmerized by her welcoming smile, I stood there gawking at her. Her energy was magnetic. I was instantly drawn to her, just like all the people in the café. She had what my grandma would call the ‘it’ factor. But who the hell was she? She was famous. That much I figured out. However, I wasn’t much into pop culture, so I had no idea why all these people were going crazy over her.

I decided this would be a great time to slide to the front of the line and grab my coffee. However, my favorite barista was just as starstruck as the rest of the crowd. The manager saw me standing at the counter and rolled her eyes before helping me out.

“Good morning, Chase. Your usual?”

“The name is Cruise and yes, I will have my usual cafecito, please.”

The woman looked me up and down, like I was an inconvenience, before typing my order into her register and charging me the amount of a mortgage payment. I tapped my card on the reader and moved to a nearby table to wait.

After several minutes, things died down and the goddess known as Aja took a seat at a neighboring table. She was there with a blonde woman who was clearly connected to the movie industry. She talked loudly and wanted to be seen. As a former intelligence operative, it was second nature for me to observe my surroundings. As a man who wanted to pursue something romantic with Miss Aja, I made sure to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Shelia, I just don’t know what to do. George is going to fire my ass if I can’t get it together. I told you I should never have taken that role. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Aja, please stop. George is not going to fire you. He’s a little man who likes to make others feel small. All you need is confidence. Every time you talk about this film, you have something negative to say. You are causing your own drama. You trained for months. You studied film. You put in the work. All you have to do now is put it all together and believe in yourself.”

“That’s easier said than done. I can’t be confident in something I know nothing about. I am not an action star.”

“Stop talking yourself out of this. You’re afraid. I get it, but if you don’t get your shit together you are going to ruin your career. Are you going to let a little running and jumping make you leave Tinseltown? Don’t answer that. What’s this really about? I know! What you really need is a real man to relieve some of that pent up stress. Not one of your little fantasy men from those books you are always reading.”

“You might be right about that. I haven’t had a man in so long I’m thinking about ordering one. Just joking! But please tell me how getting a man is going to help me become an international spy overnight? I know you’re not thinking about that offer I had from Mr. Cruise. I’d rather stick with the ones in my books.”

That made me chuckle. She didn’t need the infamous Mr. Cruise when she had the real-life version right here. The only problem was how to get her to agree to let me help her.

“That may be an interesting pairing. I can make some calls and make it happen.”

“I’ll pass. I’d rather get fired. At least then I will have more time to find a man who’s not in the business. You know I hate dating anyone famous. I might have to rethink that little revelation. Some days I have to check several times to make sure my phone isn’t on mute.”

“I know you’re lying. No client of mine is desperate to find a man. Let me help hook you up.”

“That’s a hard pass, the last guy you sent my way was old enough to be my grandad. I had to sit across from the man hoping his dentures didn’t fall out as he attempted to chew his meal. No thank you.”

“I see nothing wrong with dating an older man. Besides, he had more money than God.”

“And he was just about as old as Methuselah.”

This woman was funny. She had a great personality and was gorgeous. She shouldn’t have any issue finding a man. Well, I could certainly help her out. In fact, I was going to make her my next mission. I only hoped she would choose to accept my proposition. Flagging down my favorite barista, Kandi, I asked her for a huge favor.

“Kandi, I will give you a $100 tip if you take this business card and give it to that pretty lady at the next table.”

“You mean Aja?” the chick squealed.

“Quiet! I don’t want her to know who sent it to her.”

I plucked the business card out of my wallet along with the $100 bill. I handed them to Kandi, finished my coffee, and slipped out the door. I only hope the lovely lady took the bait. If she wanted some action, I would make sure she got it.

Three

Aja

“Hi ladies! My name is Kandi, and I will be your waitress. I see you have drinks already. If you need anything else, please let me know.”

The young lady smiled at me with a bit of mirth in her eyes. I expected her to ask for a selfie, but she surprised me by handing me a business card.

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