Page 12 of Infinity

CHAPTER 4

ADAM

I watch her mouth move and think about how much I want to kiss her, devour her.

She takes a sip of coffee; her tongue slips between her lips to remove the froth that’s gathered there – it’s a good job this table is in between us so she can’t see the raging boner I’m sporting from that little innocent lick of her lips.

I order myself another drink because I don’t want to cut this short, she’s actually talking to me, not rolling her eyes or sighing at me and I’m not going to waste the opportunity.

Remembering the last question about the money, I reply, “Yeah sure, or you can keep it, I’m sure I’ll have to come in again for some reason.” Flashing her another grin she gives me a sassy one back.

“I’ll make sure I’m off that day then!” She bites down on her bottom lip and raises an eyebrow.

Oh fuck! This girl is making me lose all train of thought.

I laugh loudly and she smiles right back at me and it’s gorgeous – but then I guessed it would be. I don’t even have a reply to that and that’s not like me, she gets me all tongue tied – I normally have an answer for everything!

She looks away from me and gazes around the café. When she turns back to me, the smile which lit up her whole face is gone.

“Adam, I’m sorry I was such a bitch last week, I’m not always like that,” she pauses for a second, “actually... yeah I am!” She covers her face with both of her hands and groans. I reach across and move her hands, put them on the table and push my luck by placing my hands over hers.

“It’s fine really, we didn’t have the best start I suppose.” Moving my head from side to side and smile. She looks down at our hands and pulls hers from underneath mine.

“Are you apologising for the sexist comment then or just in general?”

“What sexist comment?” I ask her frowning, “okay then, maybe just in general, I suppose I am a handful…”

“You think? I was actually talking about the one about a woman being a mechanic.”

“Oh shit! That comment, yeah, that was a joke… I’m not really sexist. My mother would kick my arse, I swear.” She smiles widely. “I didn’t mean to offend - pinkie promise.” I hold my little finger out to her.

She laughs again. I’d love to be able to make her smile or laugh more. Drinking the rest of her coffee she puts her cup down and picks up her muffin that she hasn’t touched and stands.

“I have to get back. Those figures aren’t going to work themselves out.”

Shit… I can’t let her go just yet.

“Darcy, wait,” I quickly scribble my number down on a scrap piece of paper from my notebook. “Here’s my number.” I hold it out for her to take.

“What do I want this for?” Darcy asks straight faced.

“Um… well,” I’m stuttering over my words like a complete twat. “Just in case you need to text me or whatever really.”

She looks at me with a smirk – she’s got me good. “I thought we could do this again.” I say nervously.

“I already have this, you wrote it on an invoice, remember?” she says smartly.

Chewing on my lip I say, “Yeah well you got it twice now - just in case you lose one, or if I piss you off and you throw one away.” Remembering what Chris said last week about being friends, for once I heed his advice. “Friends?”

Nodding at me, she says, “Yeah, friends.” She puts her small hand in mine but my hand drowns hers, I grip it lightly and shake, she loosens my hand eventually and walks towards the door, as she pulls it open she looks back at me.

Not losing my composure a second time – I wink at her. She shakes her head at me but gives me a cute little smirk too - Smiling widely, I put my hand up to her in a wave and watch her leave.

I stay a little longer in the café and try and finish up what I was working on earlier before Darcy came in, but to be honest my flow has gone, so there’s no point in staying here. I pack everything up pay my bill and head home.

Pulling up at home I have the biggest smile on my face. I put my laptop bag on the floor in the corner of the lounge and go into the kitchen.

“There she is, the most beautiful woman ever!”

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