Flint
I arrived late for my shift at the coffee shop. Unusual for me, I tried to get to work on time each day. Early was on time, and on time was late. Thankfully, Claire, my partner-in-crime for the day, arrived on time to start our shift.
It was a twenty-four-hour coffee shop, but she and I were covering the morning rush, starting at seven-thirty and ending around ten. It was my favorite shift because that was when he came in. Mr. Double Shot Mocha Latte.
“Has he been here yet?” I asked as I tied my apron.
Claire grinned. “No, but I think I saw his car pull up a minute ago. He should be walking in any second.”
I let out a sigh and smoothed my apron. I looked forward to Leo's visit every shift. I was drawn to him for reasons I didn’t fully understand; it was more than just his looks. The man was a God. Broad shoulders, striking eyes that had a hint of red flame in them, dressed to kill every day in tailored suits that cost more than my yearly salary. He was some sort of business executive or CEO or something. Whatever he did, it was important, and he had a lot of money. And for whatever reason, he chose this coffee shop to get his daily dose of caffeine. He came in every weekday and ordered the same drink himself, he didn't have an assistant get it for him.
I'd never understand it, but perhaps he was one of those good guy CEOs that was “one with his people” or whatever. He never said much, but he always had a smile and a good tip for whoever was behind the counter.
Sometimes, when I let my imagination run wild, I envisioned he'd arrive one day and sweep me off my feet, taking me to his top-floor penthouse and we’d spend the day ravishing each other in bed. But I never admitted that little fantasy out loud. In fact, I tried to suppress it. After all it was foolish to have those sorts of fantasies. Though they were harmless, it made my real-life interactions with the man awkward when I was busy imagining him naked.
But I couldn't control what happened when I was asleep, and lately real life had invaded my night time, and the two of us burned up the sheets in my dreams. I woke up hot, feverish with my cock aching on a daily basis.
Claire's squeak brought me back to reality, as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable walked into the cafe. She took his order, which I had memorized by now. It was already waiting for him by the time he reached the end of the counter.
I handed it to him with a smile. “Here you go. Have a good day,” I said.
He took the drink from me. Our fingers brushed, and electricity shot between us. Purely my imagination, I'm sure.
He looked up and met my eyes. “Thank you.”
I nearly melted to the floor. This could not be healthy, having this obsession with one of my customers. At least it was just one, and not every hot guy that came in the door. No one could hold a candle to this man anyway.
I busied myself wiping down the counter so I didn't stare at him any longer, and he turned to leave. Then he stopped and turned around, holding his coffee in one hand.
“I'm going to be away for a few weeks,” he said. “So, you might not see me.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Just thought you might want to know, since I'm here every day and you usually have my coffee ready before I even order it.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. Disappointment settled in me. I wouldn't see him in the flesh, however I would probably still see him in my dreams. “Going on a vacation?”
“Sort of,” he said. “Some friends and I get together every year and fly around a bit.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Fly around? Are you pilots?”
His cheeks tinged with red. “No, we're not. I meant we just hang out and visit at my friend’s country estate.” His voice was choppy, like he wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to say. Was he nervous? Talking to me?
“Well, that sounds fun,” I said. “Have a good time.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I'll, uh, be back in a few weeks.”
I waved, and he left the café, taking a piece of my heart with him.
No. I shook myself. That was ridiculous, I barely knew the guy.
Claire was at my side the minute he walked out the door. She nudged me in the ribs. “Oh my God. He likes you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Doubtful. The guy's a billionaire, I'm sure. I don't think he has eyes for the low-income dude who makes his coffee.”
“No, he likes you.”
“He was just being courteous, letting us know that he wouldn't be here for a while. He is one of our regulars. He's been here every day for the past six months.”
It was her turn to roll her eyes. “I think that went beyond courteous. I think he likes you.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that, but that doesn’t make it true. I'm going to miss him, though.” I looked forward to seeing him every day.
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “You’re always making cow eyes at him when he’s here.”
“Whatever,” I said. “Get back to your side of the counter. I'm busy over here.” I swatted her away with a towel, and she jumped out of its reach.
“Nice try,” she said.
“Get back to work.” I stuck my tongue out at her.