Mr Garcia - Page 10
I park the car and push open the heavy door of the café, not missing the way the bell overhead jingles.
April looks up, our eyes meet, and she smiles softly, I feel it in my gut.
The guy she works with and her exchange looks, and he gives a subtle shake of his head.
What does that mean? Has she said something about me?
I walk to the counter.
“Hello, Mr. Garcia,” she smiles sexily.
I twist my lips to hide my delight at the fact that she remembers my name. “Hello, April.”
“Double macchiato, sir?”
Death in a cup.
I raise my eyebrow. Actually, that’s the last thing I want. “Yes, please.”
“I’ll make it,” she says to the guy she’s working with. With a nod, he disappears out the back. She turns to the coffee machine, and my eyes drop down her body and linger on her behind. She’s wearing tight blue jeans that hug her in all the right places.
Seriously… hot as fuck.
She’s tall with an athletic body. Her hair is cut into a short, blonde bob. It’s thick and has a bit of a curl to it. Her eyes are big and brown, and her skin has a beautiful honey hue to it.
Just looking at her makes me hard.
“What are you up to today?” she asks me over her shoulder.
Jerking my cock off to the thought of you. “Just working.”
“Oh. What do you do?”
What do you want me to do? “I’m an architect.”
She turns and grins. “Wow, that’s impressive.”
Our eyes lock, and I get an image of her on her knees in front of me sucking my cock. I bite my lip to try and hide my reaction to her. It’s been a long time since a woman affected me this way.
She smiles, as if reading my mind, and we stare at each other while the air crackles between us.
Ask her out.
“Here’s your coffee.” She passes it to me.
Ask her out.
“Thank you.”
Ask her out.
“Have a nice day, Sebastian.” She offers me a playful smile.
My cock clenches at the sound of her saying my name. “You, too.”
I begrudgingly turn toward the door.
Shit.
I exhale with frustration, and I push through the doors. Damn it.
I take a sip of the coffee, and I wince.
Christ Almighty, that’s fucked-up coffee. I immediately throw it in the trash.
It looks like I’m coming back tomorrow.
April
“Wow.” Porsha looks me up and down. “You look incredible.”
I put my hand over my stomach. “This is crazy.”
“Crazy good,” Porsha smiles.
The chatter of the girls around us fills the room. They all seem so excited to be here. For the last three hours, I’ve been pimped, preened, and I’ve had every damn beauty treatment known to man. My hair and makeup are done, and I’m wearing the most beautiful sequined dress I’ve ever seen.
It’s my first shift in the Escape Club, and I’m just about to walk out onto the catwalk. Kayla isn’t here. Apparently, two new girls can’t start on the same night because of something to do with an announcement.
I think I’m going to throw up. I’ve never been so nervous.
What was I thinking?
“You ready?” Porsha asks.
“N-no,” I stammer.
“You’ll be fine.” She holds my shoulders in her hands. “Follow my lead and do just as we taught you in training.”
I nod. “Okay.”
I can hear the music playing. One by one, the girls go out and do their thing. I can also hear the chatter of the men in the cocktail bar as they watch the fashion parade.
I pick up a cocktail from a table and down it in one.
God help me.
Then, I hear the announcement. “And tonight, we introduce a brand-new Escape Girl. This is her first shift, so please welcome the beautiful Cartier.”
I walk out onto the stage and look around at the men gathered around the catwalk. Immediately, my eyes lock with a man who is standing at the end of the runway.
His face falls when he sees me.
Oh no…
It’s him.
Mr. Garcia is here.
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April
I freeze on the spot, and we stare at each other.
What the hell?
Damn it, no. I don’t want him to see me here.
Wait a minute… what the fuck is he doing here?
Are you freaking kidding me?
Oh my God, and I thought he was nice. What a joke.
Typical. Another man of my dreams who turns out to be a walking fucking sperm bank. Ugh.
I’m so done with men.
He narrows his eyes at me, and I narrow mine right back.
Don’t look at me like that, asshole. I see you for what you really are now.
Sleazebag.
“May I introduce you all to our newest Escape Girl,” Porsha says into the microphone. “This is her very first shift. She’s completely untouched.”
The hushed whisper of awe falls over the room, and I feel the heat of everyone’s eyes on me.
“Cartier is as intelligent as she is beautiful, I’m sure you all agree, gentlemen.”
I glance around at all of the men that are standing, captivated, around the catwalk. The scent of money hangs in the air. So many expensive suits on well-groomed, handsome men. Each in their thirties or forties.
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