CEREAL DATER (The Way To A Man's Heart Book 13) by Frankie Love (people reading books .txt) 📕

"I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming," she replies. "Oh, sorry, can you just...?”

She gestures for me to wait a second while she serves a new batch of customers who have just come in. Even though she must be exhausted from running this place, she is bright and perky with them, laughs at their jokes, cracks a few of her own. She’s got such a rapport with everyone here, and I know that she’s the woman I need to take to that wedding with me.

She lets me sit with her for the rest of the evening, and she chats to me about running this place – about opening it so that she could make somewhere for people who didn’t want to party all the time to come and relax, something that she would have sought out when she was a little younger. And, when the clock passes midnight, people start to clear out, and she sighs and plants her hands on her hips.

"I guess I should kick you out now," she tells me, a little reluctantly. "I’m meant to be closing up..."

"I can help," I offer her, and she stares at me for a moment.

"Really?”

"Really," I reply, and I get to my feet and come around her side of the counter. "So. Tell me what I need to do."

She talks me through shutting off all the machines for the day, and positions me over by the sink to take care of the washing up. Normally, I would be in bed myself, ready for early morning CrossFit at six in the morning, but I know I couldn’t sleep even if I tried. My head is buzzing with the energy that she’s giving off, with the intensity of whatever I feel for her right now.

"You make a pretty good dishwasher," she remarks to me as she leans back against the counter and watches me at work. I would stand here all night and scrub every dish in this place if it meant that I would be able to stay here with her.

"Hire me," I shoot back at her, and she laughs.

"Don’t you run your own business?" she points out. "Might get in the way of that..."

"Might," I reply, and I dry my hands off and turn to her once I am done. "Or it might work out just fine."

"Hmm," she murmurs back, and she cups her hands around the tea that she has been sipping on for the last half-hour. The lights are off in the café, the only brightness coming from the streetlights filtering through the glass from outside. In the dim light, her skin seems to glow with this gorgeous golden tone that makes it hard to think about anything but her, her. Her.

I take a step towards her. Her eyes don’t shift from mine. I know that she can feel it, too. She might not be willing to admit it just yet, but there is something here between us – something that is not worth denying.

"So, how do I get paid for my work tonight?" I ask her playfully, and she reaches out to skim a hand up my bare arm.

"I can think of a few ways," she replies, and I reach down to grasp her hips, pull her closer to me. She lets out a little giggle, her eyes flashing with excitement at what is to come next.

And then – finally – I lower my lips down to hers, and I kiss her for the very first time.

Chapter Four

Lucky

As soon as our lips meet, I know that this connection is real. And I know that I am about to do something that is completely against all the rules that I live by.

I told myself, when I first started this place, that I wasn’t going to fall for anyone while I was getting it off the ground. I wasn’t going to distract myself with some random man. But then he walks in here, with that smile on his face, with that flirt in his voice, and I don’t know how in the hell I am meant to say no to him.

I don’t want to, that’s for sure. As he pushes me back against the counter, and I hurry to put my cup down before it drenches both of us, I wind my arms around him and forget about all the very sensible rules that keep my life in order. Because the way that he feels right now, the way that he is kissing me – I know that I am not going to be able to resist him.

His mouth is hungry and passionate against mine, and I arch my back to press myself against him, feeling the strength of his powerful, hard body. God, it feels like every nerve ending in my body is lighting up all at once. His hands move to my waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue against my own, and hitches me up onto the counter so that I can wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me.

He traces his lips down to my neck, and I shiver and moan against him. To think, only a few minutes ago, this entire place was filled with people – and now, I am about to do something that breaks every health code in the state.

I don’t care.

I reach down to grasp his hair, pull him up to face me again, and kiss him once more. I need to feel him inside of me – I can already sense the hardness of his cock through his pants, and I part my legs and wrap them around him, grinding myself up against him hard. I need this. I need him.

"Please, don’t stop," I whimper in his ear. I can feel him smile against me, clearly cocky with the sureness that he’s got me right where he wants me. I don’t care. I am willing to give him anything that it takes if it means that he will