Page 7 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
I stopped next to him, and he pulled me in for a tight side hug.
“What’s up, big cousin?” I questioned, pushing up my glasses.
“Shit, I’m coolin’. I’d be even better if Hay gave me my baby’s bouquet. Whassup with you?”
“You’re like clockwork every couple of weeks. I’m good though. Let me jump in so I can help this girl out.”
“Please do somethin’. Hay killin’ me,” Tread responded, laughing at the way Hay rolled her eyes at him.
“Tread, hush. Bryte’s ass is gon’ get her flowers. I got them right here,” she shot back. She added a little more gloss to her lips then handed him the bouquet. Chapped lips was something that Hay and I didn’t play about.
I walked into the back and quickly put my things away in my locker. Once I was good to go, I tied my apron around my waistand walked back to the front. When I made it to the counter, I stopped in my tracks.
My eyes clashed with Cache’s pretty brown eyes. He stood next to Tread with the sexiest, devilish smirk on his face. Cache stood a few inches taller than Tread.
He was donned in his all-black weather tech jacket, black cargo pants, and designer black boots. There was a look of hunger in his eyes that made my clit pulse in an alarming kind of way. My body wanted him—badly.
“Now, Hevyn, I know you didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily? When is your birthday?” Cache probed with his hands in his pockets.
“July twentieth.” I barely spoke loud enough for Cache to hear.
The sly smirk on his face revealed he heard me.
I adjusted my glasses while chewing on the inner flesh of my cheek. He made me so nervous and speechless. I’d never met a man whose presence made me feel so unsettled yet horny at the same time.
Why did he have to move closer to me? Why did he choose to lean over the counter and stare me down like I was his prey? Was anybody else seeing this?
My eyes glanced at Hay first. She wore the biggest grin on her face. Her silly self balled her fists and pumped her pelvis back and forth. That girl was a trip. I looked away from her and at Tread. He wore a smirk as well while he looked from me to Cache.
Cache cleared his voice. “I need your eyes on me, Hevyn.”
Slowly, I dragged my eyes to meet his gaze. When they did, Cache’s smoldering look locked me in place.
“You’re great at following my commands. That’s my kind of girl. You’re a Cancer, which means we’re very compatible. Now,to piggyback off your observation earlier. Do you see me joke, laugh, or flirt with those girls from the club?”
I shook my head and nibbled on my lower glossed lip.
“Then your assumption about my preference in women would be wrong, correct?”
I nodded this time.
“My girl. I want you, Hevyn. A fun fact about me is that I always get what I want. Now I see you’re at work, so I won’t hold you any longer. I’ll give you my number, and later on, I’ll explain to you why you’re my type of woman, Hevyn. Where’s your phone?”
I fumbled with the pocket of my apron until Hay slipped her hand inside my pocket. She unlocked it and slid it across the counter to Cache.
“Here you go, Peel. My girl a lil shy,” Hay expressed with a chuckle.
Cache revealed his pretty white teeth decorated in jewels. Why was this man so fuckin’ dreamy?
“It’s cool, Haylow. My little butterfly will open up to me soon.”
I watched as he programmed his number into my phone. When he was done, he slid me my phone back.
“Hevyn, you got twenty-four hours to text me so I get your information. If not, I’ll pop up when and where you least expect me to. Have a beautiful day, butterfly.”
He winked at me as he walked backward. It looked as if Cache had his fill of my face and presence, so he turned away and strolled out of the shop with Tread.
Finally, I was able to exhale. Cache had me discombobulated the rest of my day. What was I going to do? I couldn’t contact him. I shouldn’t contact him. Right?
