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Harper
My hands tremble. My heart beats faster. I dare not look up. Instead, my eyes land on an impressive bulge.
I involuntarily gulp and pass the mug of steaming hot coffee across the counter. My hands are shaking so much I nearly spill it.
“Here you are,” I mumble, still trying not to make eye contact.
Ever since this man stepped in front of me, I’ve been a nervous wreck.
There’s something about him. I don’t know whether it’s his formidable height, or his lean, muscular physique. Maybe it’s the six o’clock shadow that covers his chiseled jaw… or maybe it’s that lump in his pants that makes me want to jump across the counter, rip his clothes off, and surrender my body to his every desire.
I hand him his change and his fingers graze against my skin. A shiver of pleasure courses through my body. I have to bite my lip to hold back a groan.
“Enjoy your coffee,” I say.
“I will.”
His voice is low and gravelly. It’s like music to my ears. I look up into his face and it’s like the world has stopped spinning.
He stares down at me. His cool, blue eyes boring into my soul.
I’ve never met this man before, but the effect he’s having on me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
My cheeks burn, and I look away before he can see me blush.
“Hey, buddy,” a short, bald guy with glasses and a nose like a squashed cabbage butts in. “You’re holding up the cue.”
The mysterious stranger spins around and glares at the man behind him. For a moment, I think he’s about to tear his head clean off his shoulders, but he just gives him an ice-cold staredown. Then, turning back to me, he winks and makes his way to a chair by the window.
The whole rest of the shift, he sits there. Looking at me. I can feel his eyes on my body. My panties are wet. I want his hand between my legs, covered in my juices.
“Harper!” Megan, the owner and boss, comes out from her office and looks at her watch. “What are you still doing here? Your shift finished ten minutes ago?”
“It did?” I look up at the clock on the wall. I was so wrapped up in my fantasies I hadn’t noticed the time.
Megan mistakes my absent-mindedness for a desire to impress. “You did great today,” she smiles, “I think you’re gonna fit in just fine around here. Glad to have you onboard.”
“You mean,” I stutter, “I’ve got the job? What about the trial period?”
“I don’t think we need to worry about that. You’re just the person we’ve been looking for.”
I let out a sigh of relief. It’s all I can do to stop myself from hugging her. The last couple of weeks have been a total nightmare.
First I come back to find my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend. Then, I decide to take a transcontinental road trip.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. To get away from everything. To have nothing in front of me but miles and miles of open country. But pretty soon my bank account was empty and reality came crashing back down.
I’ve been sleeping in my car for the last week. When I saw the for-hire sign at Cupid’s Coffee, I just walked in and told them I’m the girl for the job.
I’m never usually that confident, but it was either step up and go for it, or start scrounging around trashcans for scraps of food.
“See you tomorrow,” Megan says, already serving a customer.
I wanted to ask her for an advance on my wages, but the coffee shop is suddenly busy and it’s not the right time.
Grabbing my meager belongings from my locker, I make my way to the parking lot.
