“You want your usual tea and lemonade?”
Scott asked. He called me by name and my heart leapt. My pussy followed suit less than a beat later. I had been crushing on this man for a while. Big time.
I worked two doors down at the hair salon and, given my love of all things caffeinated, I saw and coveted Scott daily.
“Yes, please.”
I hadn’t. Not really. It was cold as balls so I wanted a salted caramel latte, but who was I to argue when a heartbreakingly handsome man calls you by name and knows your drink?
I worked two doors down and visited the café often.
I leaned against the chilly window and watched him work. Short brown hair, tattooed muscled forearms. I had a thing for forearms and Scott’s were magnificent.
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