Page 17 of Fate's Dice

I drop out of the car but look back at him once my feet hit the ground, "You're not my type, Leo. You're sinfully gorgeous and you make me feel things, but you and me? It can't happen. Our worlds are too different to mix. Like water and oil."

Leo looks over at me with a smirk and a brow sharply cocked, looking like Rio from Good Girls. So delicious, but it changes nothing. I’m not in his league. Hell, I’m not even in his fucking zip code.

"Is that right?" His deep voice is sardonic.

He lets go of the steering wheel and leans his elbow on the center console, "And what is your type, hm? A bartender? Bus driver? Someone busting ass at a nine to five?"

I open my mouth to argue but close it again because I know he's right. No, not that I can’t have a good man who is in the working class, hell, the best men are probably blue collars, but I want out of the hood cycle. I want my future children out of it instead of continuing it.

Leo nods like he hears my thoughts, "I will not beg you for a chance and I won’t throw out promises. I don't do that, but if you want to have fun sometime, go out and have some drinks, you know my number."

I stand there for an awkward second, not knowing what the hell to say, so I just clear my throat and give him a two-finger salute like a buffoon.

Will the ground swallow me now? Is that too much to ask?

Leo chuckles as I slam his door shut and stomp off to the coffee shop. This fucking day can't get any worse.

As I walk through the door my coworker, Amber, smiles brightly, "Hey girl, looks like you'll be running the register and helping me back here with drinks. Sasha called in sick, again."

Ugh! Spoke too soon.

By the time the lunch rush comes in, I'm on a roll. Amber and I have a smooth system where I ring up the orders before starting the drinks and she finishes them before taking them to seated customers.

I'm moving quickly, hardly noticing faces as I work but still being as polite as possible.

"Welcome to Nectar’s, what can I get you?" I ask the next person as I start a new order on the screen.

"Well, since I can't get a date, how about a Cortado with almond milk?"

My eyes shoot up and my brain short circuits when Leo's smirking face fills my vision. He's wearing a different suit from this morning. This one is forest green with a white button up. It looks like it belongs in a Gucci advertisement, but Leo makes it look casual, like it's nothing to wear a suit daily. I once heard a quote; You can put a monster in a suit, but he’ll still be a monster. The saying fits him, especially when the man behind him gives an irritated sigh. Leo looks over his shoulder at the man, giving him a look that has the guy stepping back and averting his eyes.

When Leo turns back, his face is clear of any menace. Instead, he has a smile in place... for me.

Swoon.

"Ahem, okay, you want a Cortado with almond milk. Anything else?"

Leo looks me up and down, tilting his head to the side to see my waist behind the register, "For now, that's all, doll."

Biting my lip hard enough to keep myself from passing out, I ring up his order and give him his total.

As he swipes his golden credit card in the reader, I turn to start his drink, doing my best to act unaffected by his powerful presence.

Leo has such a powerful aura around him, it feels like he's touching you even from the other side of the bar.

When Amber finishes his drink and hands it to him, she gives him a flirty smile that he returns with politeness. Still, I want to dropkick the girl.

She slides to my side and hip bumps me, "Looks like someone has a thing for you, girl. You better take a bite out of him before his interests shift."

I give her a quizzical look, "What does that mean?"

If this bubbly bitch is saying that I can't keep a man's attention, I will drop her. Not really, but I will definitely envision it.

"It means," She lengthens the S on the word, "That all men have the attention span of a gnat. Get some while you can. He looks devilish."

I chuckle and take the next order before replying, "I don't know," I glance over at Leo who sits back watching me and everyone around us, "I've seen some very pesky gnats."

The next hour goes on forever and it’s made all the worse when Leo’s heavy gaze hasn’t left me. I swear, it’s like the man has laser beams for eyes. If I talk to a male customer, I can practically feel his irritation. He’s like a dog ready to piss on or draw a big circle around me.

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