Page 9 of Drawn to You
Brittney returns a moment later in a pair of—tight pants.
“Well?” she looks at me, waiting for my approval eagerly.
I gesture for her to turn around, and she does. Fuck me. My eyes are glued to her cute buns, which her shirt isn’t long enough to cover.
I pause for a moment and say reluctantly. “Okay, but you should grab a jacket just in case.”
“I don’t have any,” she says.
“What?”
“It was hot the moment I left the house yesterday, and I didn’t think I would need any.”
“I see,” I say. “We should go shopping. You could use mine for now. I have a jacket at the gym.”
“Okay,” she shrugs obediently, although she must think I sound like her dad.
I stop at the Starbucks near the gym. Stephanie, the chick that works there, is a looker. I confess she is a reason I prefer this location to the one near my house.
Stephanie bats her eyelashes at me as soon as I get to the counter, “Morning, Andrew! You look good today! But what happened to your stubble?”
Shit. I forgot how flirty the woman could be. I chuckle uncomfortably. I kept my facial hair for many years, but I shaved this morning because, hell, I wanted to look younger in front of Brittney.
“I shaved it off,” I say, chuckling. “It’s about time.”
“That’s too bad. I like your stubble!” She pouts exaggeratingly for a moment before taking my order. “Short hot latte as usual?”
“Actually, I need a double shot short today.”
Stephanie raises an eyebrow. “Ooh, that’s unusual. I thought you didn’t want too much caffeine? Had a late night?”
I smile but don’t answer. There’s no way I’ll tell anyone about my excessive wet dreams last night. I turn to Brittney instead, “What would you like, Britt?”
She isn’t smiling at first but forces one when she speaks. “I would like a skinny vanilla latte.”
“Anything else?” I ask. “Muffin or cake?”
She shakes her head. “No thanks.”
Brittney doesn’t speak a word during the time we wait for our coffee, neither does she say anything on our way back to my car.
“Are you okay?” I ask when she’s fastening her seatbelt.
“Yes,” she says without looking at me. “I’m just wondering why you didn’t go to the coffee shop we saw earlier. There were so many more parking spaces and less crowded.”
Damn. She’s observant. Is she suspecting something? Was I obvious when I flirted with Stephanie?
I shrug. “I’m just used to coming here. That’s it.”
She falls silent for a moment and asks, “Do you like Stephanie?”
I’m taken aback by her directness and I chuckle nervously. “What?”
She apologizes right away. “I’m sorry. It isn’t an appropriate question at all. I take it back.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “Well, she’s friendly. And she remembers what I order.”
“She’s also pretty and has an impressive body,” she mutters.
