Page 14 of Until You

“Then you should demand a refund.” She didn’t look angry; if anything, she looked amused. She nodded toward the stunned cashier. “You should either give him a refund or make a new whatever he had.” She turned to Tyler. “Americano?”

“Uh…yeah.”

She winked. “I know my coffee.” Then she lowered her voice. “It’s Colombian. If you asked for the Kona, you got ripped off.”

“I didn’t specify.” What the hell was happening? One minute he was ripping her shirt off in front of the entire coffee shop, and the next she was quizzing him on coffee blends.

The cashier stood behind the counter gaping at both of them, but then she gave a slight head shake and asked, “So which do you want?”

He barely heard her; he was too busy studying the brunette next to him, in complete shock that she hadn’t reamed him up and down.

God, she was even more beautiful than he’d remembered her. Her hair was piled into some kind of elaborate knot on the back of her head, and she wore less makeup than she had a couple of nights ago, giving her a more natural look. But with the silky blouse, the skirt, and the sexy heels, her face didn’t need to be made up to make her look classically beautiful.

“Which one?” the cashier repeated with more force.

“Which what?”

The sexy brunette rolled her eyes and chuckled as though he were an adorable three-year-old. “A new coffee or a refund?”

Good God. Get it together, Norris.“It’s hard to demand a refund when you could have had second- to third-degree burns if she’d made it correctly.” He picked up his cup and reached over the counter for a new lid. He snapped it on and lifted her gaze to hers. “I’ll stick with this one.”

“But I stuck my finger in it.”

He gave her a look of nonchalance, but refrained from telling her that was part of the reason he was keeping it. He turned to the cashier, who was still staring at them both as though they had asked her to do backflips.

“I’ll take a Grande Chai tea,” the sexy brunette said to the cashier.

Tyler reached for his wallet. “I’ll pay for whatever she’s having.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she said. She held her blouse closed with one hand while trying to reach into her purse.

“It seems the least I can do after I just ripped your shirt off in front of Martha and Greg back there.” He gave his colleagues standing five places back in line a half wave. God. Could this get worse? He was never going to hear the end of this in the office.

Still gripping her shirt, she turned at the waist and gave a half wave of her own before she looked up at him. “Had I known I was going to have an audience, I would have worn my Agent Provocateur bra.”

“The one you’re wearing is really pretty,” a boy who looked to be in his late teens said as he leaned forward, trying to peer over Lanie’s shoulder for a better look. “You’d make a sexy secret agent. Just like on TV.”

“Jesus,” Tyler said to the boy as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Didn’t your parents teach you about sexual harassment?”

“Hey, old dude,” the kid protested. “You’re the one who ripped her shirt open. It was just like something you’d see in the movies. You must have experience. Can you teach me how to do that?”

Old dude?

The sexy brunette began to chuckle. “The boy has a good point.”

“About which part?” Tyler dared to ask. Surely she didn’t think he was old. They had to be around the same age.

“Your shirt-ripping skills, of course. Quite impressive. Every single button popped off.”

“I’ll be happy to pay to replace your shirt.” His face began to burn as he held his suit jacket out to her. “Here. Take this.”

“You can’t replace it,” she said, slipping her arms into the sleeves, then buttoning one of the higher buttons on his jacket. “It’s…uh…vintage.”

“Then can I reimburse you for it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She glanced down at her chest. The damp cloth was plastered to her skin again, hugging every curve, and revealing a plentitude of cleavage. She reached up to the base of his throat and started to undo the knot of his tie.

“Are you planning to rip my shirt open as payback?” he asked, regaining his confidence.

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