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Grace
I followhim back into the coffee shop, my eyes practically glued to his tight, round ass.
When I turn around to look at Laura, she’s making lude gestures with her fingers and her tongue.
An elderly lady walks past her and tuts as if she’s never seen anything so disgusting in public. She probably hasn't.
I wave her away and send her a quick message on my phone.
Me: go away! Don’t you have anything better to do?
Laura: I know you have! That guy is hot hot hot!
Me: Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Laura:Eye-roll emoji.Yeah right! You were practically dribbling all over him. You have protection?
Me: You’re the one who’s going to need protection if you don’t stop!
Laura: Whatever, Grace. All I’m saying is, why not have a little fun? Flirt with him? Who knows, maybe you’ll end up actually getting some? How long has it been since you last got laid?!
Me: None of your business!
Laura: Um-hum… Just what I thought. There were probably still dinosaurs the last time you got some action.
Me: Dinosaurs? How old do you think I am?
Laura: Well… you’re three years older than me. So, basically, you’re ancient. You’ll be getting your hips replaced soon. Offering out candy to unsuspecting kids. Talking about random gameshows that nobody watches and muttering about how it was better back in the old days.
I roll my eyes and chuck my phone back in my purse. Who does she think she is? Calling me ancient! I'm only twenty-three!
Leo opens a door to the back of the coffee shop. I walk past him, my hip brushing against his groin.
My whole body shudders, but somehow I manage to keep it together.
Laura was right. Ithasbeen ages since I’ve been with a man. What with starting and running a business, there really hasn’t been all that much time to go out on dates. Although, maybe that’s just an excuse I tell myself. It’s not exactly like I had many relationships before I started the business. In fact, I’ve never really had a real relationship. Not unless you count playing spin the bottle at a high school party, or hooking up with the occasional random guy at a nightclub during college.
But right now is not the time to be thinking about this kind of thing. I have a business to save. There are members of staff who are counting on me for their livelihood, and I take that shit seriously.
“You okay?” Leo says, sliding in behind his desk.
His office is kind of small. Or maybe it’s just that he’s so big, he makes everything around him look like’s it’s a children’s toy. Even the pen he twiddles between his fingers looks like it was made for a dollhouse.
I take a look around. Mildy surprised.
I don’t know why, but I was expecting his office to be a total mess. Instead, it’s all neatly organized. There are folders on his desk with little color-coded tabs sticking out the side. On the wall, there are large, blown-up photos of him in exotic places. Coffee plantations. Side by side with the locals. A massive smile on his face. The sun in the background. A dorky hat on top of his head to stop himself from getting sunburn.
He’s a bit younger in the photos, but he still has that rugged, mountain man thing going on. A thick, dark beard covering the lower half of his face. Gleaming white teeth and intense green eyes that look straight at the camera.
I cross my legs and try to pretend like being in a tiny little room with the door closed behind us doesn’t have my panties wet and my heart racing.
Business,I remind myself,this is about me saving my business. Keep it together, girl! He’s just a ridiculously handsome man who you happen to be alone with.
“I’m fine,” I say, trying extra hard to make my voice sound standoffish and business-like.
It’s not easy being a businesswoman. A lot of men don’t take you seriously. They think it’s cute. Or somehow entertaining. Like, I’m just filling up my time before I find a good man, get pregnant and spend all my time at home raising kids. Instead of me being a real person, with a passion for food and for business. Who takes her work just as seriously as the next person. Maybe more so.
