I’m an asshole on the best of days, I know this. It’s part of the reason my colleagues think my soul is black. They can say what they want though, they’ll figure it out eventually.
The smell of coffee and books assault my senses. If I had more time, I’d plant my ass in one of the seats, drink my coffee, and people watch.
“Good morning, what can I get for you today?” Her voice is smooth like a melody, when I look up from this God forsaken phone that never stops buzzing. Her gaze is on mine, her eyes are grey in color, but what really sucks me in is the depth that you see behind them.
Her smile is soft and sweet, her hair the color of honey, hanging loosely down past her shoulders. I know her name, I’ve heard the customers coming and going singing her praises. I’ve even rolled it around on my tongue, shamefully while fisting my cock in the shower, and once or twice in my office. Her looks are sultry, she’s dangerous, yet I haven’t even touched her, let alone interact with her very much. But, from what I can see, her body is one that calls to me like a siren’s song. She’s smaller than me, with breasts that are bigger than the palms of my hands, always bouncing when she walks. There’s nothing fake about her body, and what a figure it is. Hips I want grasped in my hands as she rides me, maybe even in a reverse style so I can watch her ass move with every downward stroke. Yeah, it’s about time I finally make my move on her.
“Large, black coffee, please,” I order. My phone pinging tears me away from her gaze, “shit,” I mumble out, just what I need. Looks like another problem client is tearing into my secretary.
Handing her the money as I’m dialing, Michelle, “What could he possibly want now, he doesn’t even have an appointment until next month,” I say into the phone before she can even say hello.
She hands me the change back from my coffee, it’s only a couple of dollars, I put the rest in the tip jar, move over, and wait for the barista to hand me my coffee.
I listen to Michelle ramble on, “I’ll be there in ten minutes, have him wait in the conference room,” I tell her and then hang up.
Looking back up, I see my coffee is ready and sitting on the counter, “Thank you,” I say to her.
“Kinsley, my name is Kinsley,” she mumbles, I’m sure she thinks I’m an arrogant jerk.
I turn around, stating, “Luke, I’ll see you around, Kinsley.” With one last look, I turn around and walk out the door.
3
Kinsley
After Luke introduced himself to me, my heart is still trying to slow down from its rapid succession inside my chest.
Cleaning the counter, trying to come to the realization that Luke may actually have a personality and isn’t just glued to his phone. I mean, everyone has told me he’s the most cut-throat attorney around, so I figured this was his normal character. Apparently, I was wrong. Every time he’s been in here though, he’s only ordered his coffee, grunted, and then left.
Returning to work, I wipe down the counters and situate the extra sugars and creamers that we leave out.
When I told my parents my dreams in high school about wanting to open my own business, they were in my corner, from the get-go.
They sat me down, while we talked about the pros and cons. The good outweighed the bad in my eyes. At the age of sixteen, I got a job as a barista and started taking college credit courses while still maintaining my high school career. Them being there as I received my diploma was the highlight of my life, so when they handed over an account, they were saving for college but that I could use to start up a business instead. I was ecstatic.
My parents supported me in every way imaginable. Every time I felt like a failure, they were there to lift me up.
They were there for me through everything, even the opening of Topped Off, but shortly after they sold their house, bought an RV and are busy traveling all over the nation. I couldn’t be happier for them.
I’m knocked out of my stroll down memory lane when Kate walks into the shop.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, my car wouldn’t start, my boyfriend was missing in action, per his usual,” she’s flustered, but Kate has nothing to worry about. All I ask of my employees is to shoot me a quick text or give me a phone call if something delays them. All of them are great, we haven’t had a problem with this group in well over a year.