Page 2 of Honey, Honey
I glanced to the left to see a bright eyed blonde smiling up at me. I gave a grunt of acknowledgement and then turned my attention back to the counter in front of me. It was all shiny white quartz that sparkled in a ray of sunshine that managed to get through the morning gloom. I turned my neck seeing the sun had broken through the low hanging clouds. It would be beautiful today given a little time.
I looked at the barista who was still smiling my way, and she reached up tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She was beautiful too.
“I couldn’t help but notice you work in the area.” The woman at my side said, and I jumped in surprise. She’d vanished from my thoughts the second my eyes had hit the barista, but there she was, still looking up at me expectantly. “Do you come here often?”
It was just a question, but I prickled. I knew what she was playing at with her too interested look. I didn’t have time for this. Even if I did, this blonde couldn’t handle what I was into.
“Ah—“
“Can I take your order, sir?” Beautiful Barista asked in her warm sunshine voice that made me want to bolt. My eyes darted back to her and I saw she was leaning forward, an innocent smile on her face, her hands on the counter. Her arms framing her tits and pushing them together for just enough cleavage that I had to fight to keep my eyes on her face.
Sir.
Every time she said it my brain shorted out. And her teasing with her tits. Fuck. I scrubbed a hand over my face and gave myself a mental kick. How the hell was a woman knocking me on my ass with a simple ‘sir’? She made me want to reach out and grab her, bend over the counter and paddle her ass and tell her that her innocent smile wasn’t fooling anyone.
She bit her lip and I stepped forward. Beautiful Barista was playing with me.
I opened my mouth to order, but the blonde I was trying to forget stepped with me and scoffed.
“Laying it on thick, aren’t you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at Beautiful Barista. Both the barista and I looked at her in surprise. I knew then she hadn’t seen the blonde, she’d only seen me, which suited me fine. I liked that she hadn’t noticed anyone else.
“Sorry?” She inclined her head, blinking in surprise at the blonde, who tossed her hair over shoulder and flicked a finger at her.
“If you pushed them up any more they would be on the counter,” she said.
Beautiful Barista’s eyes widened and she blushed. Not the kind that I would want to see on her pretty face. She was embarrassed. She looked away, a deep red flush spreading up from her throat and across her cheeks. It made her even prettier, made me think of what that color would look like if I had her laying across my lap, her ass in the air while she sobbed, my hand turning her flesh red. If she was mine, I’d have her like that, ass tinged pink and raw, a reminder that she wouldn’t forget, making sure she knew she belonged to me. She would want it like that. The security my hand brought, wrapping itself around her until nothing bothered her. Because she knew her Daddy would be there. She would be untouchable even if she was at work serving coffee to assholes who thought they could talk to her anyway they wanted.
Daddy. What the fuck was I thinking?
“I’m sorry. I don’t kn—“ Beautiful Barista began, but her voice wasn’t like sunshine anymore. There was a waver and the warmth that had drawn me in was gone. I gritted my teeth and turned to look at the blonde who was drawing herself up to her full height, which was laughable. She barely cleared my shoulder and that was in heels. But the way she was glowering at the goddess in front of me made her out to be 6 feet tall.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s pretty obvious by the way you’re practically flashing him, that you do. Is this the kind of trash this shop hires?” She asked, though she was speaking to no one. I knew this was meant to be one of those rhetorical fucking moments by the way she turned and looked around the coffee shop and looked towards the other patrons.
She turned then and gazed up at me with a sympathetic simper. “You don’t deserve this. A man like you.”
My brows shot up at her words. A man like me? What the fuck did that have to do with anything? What did she even begin to think she knew about a man like me?
Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.
“Listen, lady,” I began but she was waving her hand at someone behind me.
“Gus! Please come here. There’s a matter you need to attend to.”
If I wasn’t so damn annoyed I would have laughed at her imperious tone. A matter he needed to attend to? We were in the middle of a coffee shop, not some ballroom scene from one of those tv specials they aired nonstop around the holidays.
“Be right there!”
I heard a man’s voice behind me and Beautiful Barista’s eyes widened. She bit her bottom lip and took a step back, her arms coming up across her chest and I felt my chest go tight. This wasn’t simple embarrassment, even if the entire shop, small as it may be, was watching her. She was worried. I turned my head to look at the man she had been watching.
I had to do something.
“What seems to be the matter?” The man was in his fifties and was dressed casually enough. Salt and pepper hair and a mustache that made him look like a goofy uncle, but he was standing ramrod straight while the blonde rattled off her grievances.
“That barista is practically flashing this man,” the blonde said, swinging a hand from Beautiful Barista to me. “He doesn’t deserve that. This man works at Law Acquisitions,” she told him as if she were anyone to me.
I raised an eyebrow at her words. How did she know that?
“Honey, what’s going on?” He asked looking her way, and I almost groaned at the sound of her fucking name. It would be something sweet.Honey.For crying out loud.
