I’d been looking for a cup of coffee.

Not a hard-on so hard I thought it might cause personal injury if I didn’t stop looking at the sweet young thing in the pale-pink dress that was stretched tight across her tits in all the right ways.

Damn.

I knew I was in trouble the moment I walked in and saw her, and her heavy breasts popping from the top of her uniform as she leaned over the counter.

The last fucking thing I needed was a sexy piece of ass distracting me.

Or maybe that was the very thing I did need.

It had been a long time since I’d indulged in a little distraction of that nature. And Lord knows I was well overdue.

As the CEO of MultiTech Software, I was used to the pressures that came with business, but with the details of the latest takeover weighing heavily over my head, the stress was reaching a boiling point. Which was exactly why I’d broken out my Harley.

The minute I ditched my suit jacket and Rolex and slid into my beat-up leathers, it was as though I could breathe again.

Nothing cleared my head like a long ride.

Except a good hard fuck.

My cock throbbed painfully, reminding me again of just how long it had been since I’d had that kind of release.

Why had it been so long?

Fuck.

I knew exactly why. The last woman whose company I’d enjoyed had been after a whole lot more than my cock and the last thing I needed was another fucking gold digger.

I lifted my mug and took a sip of the strong, bitter coffee before I poured another dose of sugar in. She might look pretty fucking good in her uniform, but her coffee making skills needed a little work.

I sipped slowly as I watched her.

She was young, probably barely twenty, and judging by the book in front of her, a student.

Exactly my type. There was nothing like a sweet young thing calling me Daddy while I fucked her from behind that released the pressure quite the same way.

Not. Even. Close.

“Can I get you anything else?” I’d been so busy imagining what it would be like to slide my thick cock inside her that I hadn’t noticed Jessie approach, coffee pot in hand. “A piece of pie, maybe? It’s delicious.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“Stan makes it himself.” She gestured behind her toward the kitchen, where the stereotypically bald, with a pot belly, cook stood over a grill. “It’s peach.”

“Just some more coffee.”

“It’s not too strong?” It was, but I didn’t say anything as she topped up my cup. “I make it really strong because I need to study. And work,” she added quickly. “But it can be kind of slow on the graveyard shift.”

“Lots of time to study, then?” I shifted in my seat in an effort to release the pressure in my pants that had only grown worse when she came closer. “What are you studying?”

“Organic chemistry.”

She was smart too. Damn. It was even more of a turn-on. Like I needed any more reasons.

She shook her head a little and put the pot down on the table. “First semester just started and it’s already kicking my ass. Honestly, the only thing that keeps me from falling behind is this job.”

“The job?” I lifted the cup to my mouth and instantly wished I hadn’t. The coffee really was terrible. “It doesn’t seem like you’d get a lot of experience with organic chemistry at the diner.”

“No.”

She laughed and I was grateful to be sitting down because there was no way I would’ve been able to hide how hard that sound made my dick. Fuck, she was sexy.

“But I have a chance to keep up on my reading here.” Jessie stretched her arms behind her back in a way that made her tits thrust forward. The buttons of her uniform strained, and I willed them to pop so those luscious tits would be right in my face. “It’s a trade-off, I guess,” she continued. “This job doesn’t pay nearly as well as the club, but at least I can get my work done and I don’t have to deal with—never mind.”

“Deal with what?” I prodded, pretty sure I already knew the answer.

“It’s just...well, the customers are different here. The club was full of entitled college boys with too much money and tiny—”

“Cocks?”

She laughed. “I was going to say brains, but cocks works, too.” Jessie shrugged and picked up her coffee pot. “I’d rather be temporarily broke than deal with that every night. And speaking of broke...I should go make a call. I have to see if I can find a mechanic who’ll work for free.”

She turned to head back to the counter, and as much as I loved looking at her ass, I stopped her. “Car acting up?”

“You could say that.” She half turned and looked at me over her shoulder. “But it would be more accurate to say it’s not acting at all. Stupid thing crapped out on me right as I was leaving for work. Again. Which means it’s going to be a late night walking home.”

“You’re going to walk? In the middle of the night?” Did she not realize how dangerous that was? Never mind how dangerous it was to tell a complete stranger that she’d be doing it? This little girl needed to be taught a thing or two. And damn, if I didn’t want to be the man who would teach her. “If you were my little girl, there’s no way I’d let you walk.”

Her face went bright red and her mouth fell open, but she didn’t say anything.

“You need to learn to be careful about what you say,” I continued sternly. “And who you say it to.” I lifted my eyebrows and tilted my head in dismissal.

Clearly stunned, she blinked and walked back to the counter.

I waited a few minutes and tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. But when I looked at the clock over the door and saw that it was almost one in the morning, closing time, my decision was made for me. There was no way she was walking.

She brought me another refill of coffee along with the bill before scurrying off again without another word. But she didn’t have to say anything. I could see the way she looked at me. The way her breath caught in her throat when she felt my gaze on her.

I left a twenty that would more than cover my coffee, wrote my message on the back of the receipt and went outside to wait.