have a cup with me? I need to talk to you.”
My heart skipped an unhealthy amount of beats. I nodded and forced myself to look at him for a fraction of a second. “Sure. Not busy at the moment.”
He gave me the most beautiful smile I was sure I’d ever seen. Confused the hell out of me, really. Like he had some secret about me that I didn’t know. Wished to hell I did know so I didn’t feel like I’d somehow misinformed him.
Took all the training I had at being a human being to play the composed waitress I normally was. When I got behind the counter, Sarah was suddenly at me ear. “ Ohhh my God, did that just happen? Did that gorgeous man just walk in here and kiss you like that? ”
I could only nod. Needed to keep my cool, stay focused. I headed back to his t a ble with another cup and saucer and a coffee pot. I sat across from him, avoiding as long as I could those magnetic ocean eyes. Those thick black lashes that made them glow, those damn perfectly black brows that framed them in a stare at me kind of way.
After pouring our coffee and doing all the things I could possibly do that r e quired my two eyes, I finally looked at him with a small smile, nothing too huge, while stirring my coffee. I held my breath, bracing for impact. Fuck , he was beautiful.
“I have to leave today,” he said.
His words froze me. Literally. I consciously began stirring my coffee again. Pa n ic, confus ion , ang e r, hurt —all of it swirled, looking for a footing , fighting for first rights . Calm your little psycho ass down. “Really, what’s up?” I lifted my coffee cup, wanting to hide my mouth. My lips were on the verge of trembling, I could feel it .
“I’m expected back for business. Time to pay the piper.” He leaned back, his legs stretching out till they touched mine.
I set my c up down with a clank, sloshing coffee. “Shit.” I grabbed a napkin and wiped it up.
Johnny leaned forward and took the tissue from m e and lifted my hand to his lips. He pressed an ext remely sensual kiss to it. “Come with me,” he whispered, pres s ing another kiss. “I want you with me for this. It’s only for two weeks, then I can bring you back.”
A tremor found its way into my limbs. I pulled on my hand, not wanting him to feel it, think I was chicken or stupid . “Where you goin ?” He released my hand and I latched onto my cup with both hands for support.
He looked out the window and I studied the muscular cords of his ivory neck, my body filling with instant heat. “New York. Turn in all those pictures I painted.” He seemed to be watching the morning’s lazy outdoor activity without seeing. His jaw ticked briefly and he looked back at me.
I squirmed my butt at the impact of his gaze, feeling moisture in my panties. Heat filled my cheeks and I cleared my throat and took my turn looking out the wi n dow. I shrugged. “Sure, why not. It’s just two weeks.” I boldly met his face with a half smile . “Sides, I ain’t never…I mean I’ve never really been many places.” I nodded a li t tle, licking my lips nervously. “No place actually. Born and raised here all my life.” A l ready told him that, stupid.
Damn that was one serious gaze he assaulted me with. Had I said the wrong thing? Was he having second thoughts? He slid out of the booth and slid into my side. I promptly scooted to make room, but he only scooted closer until there was no more place to scoot. I couldn’t not look in his eyes, I mean when a man scoots into your booth, it would seem odd to pretend he ain’t comin ’ for a reason that requires a pe r son’s undivided attention. He surely had mine. Had my everything .
The diner noise disappeared as he stroked my jaw with a finger and leaned in. I inhaled the smell of his aftershave, unlike anything I’d ever smelt around these parts. Mysterious, sexy, confident. It was all him. His lips slid softly over mine, not really kis s ing, just touching, teasing. “Thank you,” he barely
My heart skipped an unhealthy amount of beats. I nodded and forced myself to look at him for a fraction of a second. “Sure. Not busy at the moment.”
He gave me the most beautiful smile I was sure I’d ever seen. Confused the hell out of me, really. Like he had some secret about me that I didn’t know. Wished to hell I did know so I didn’t feel like I’d somehow misinformed him.
Took all the training I had at being a human being to play the composed waitress I normally was. When I got behind the counter, Sarah was suddenly at me ear. “ Ohhh my God, did that just happen? Did that gorgeous man just walk in here and kiss you like that? ”
I could only nod. Needed to keep my cool, stay focused. I headed back to his t a ble with another cup and saucer and a coffee pot. I sat across from him, avoiding as long as I could those magnetic ocean eyes. Those thick black lashes that made them glow, those damn perfectly black brows that framed them in a stare at me kind of way.
After pouring our coffee and doing all the things I could possibly do that r e quired my two eyes, I finally looked at him with a small smile, nothing too huge, while stirring my coffee. I held my breath, bracing for impact. Fuck , he was beautiful.
“I have to leave today,” he said.
His words froze me. Literally. I consciously began stirring my coffee again. Pa n ic, confus ion , ang e r, hurt —all of it swirled, looking for a footing , fighting for first rights . Calm your little psycho ass down. “Really, what’s up?” I lifted my coffee cup, wanting to hide my mouth. My lips were on the verge of trembling, I could feel it .
“I’m expected back for business. Time to pay the piper.” He leaned back, his legs stretching out till they touched mine.
I set my c up down with a clank, sloshing coffee. “Shit.” I grabbed a napkin and wiped it up.
Johnny leaned forward and took the tissue from m e and lifted my hand to his lips. He pressed an ext remely sensual kiss to it. “Come with me,” he whispered, pres s ing another kiss. “I want you with me for this. It’s only for two weeks, then I can bring you back.”
A tremor found its way into my limbs. I pulled on my hand, not wanting him to feel it, think I was chicken or stupid . “Where you goin ?” He released my hand and I latched onto my cup with both hands for support.
He looked out the window and I studied the muscular cords of his ivory neck, my body filling with instant heat. “New York. Turn in all those pictures I painted.” He seemed to be watching the morning’s lazy outdoor activity without seeing. His jaw ticked briefly and he looked back at me.
I squirmed my butt at the impact of his gaze, feeling moisture in my panties. Heat filled my cheeks and I cleared my throat and took my turn looking out the wi n dow. I shrugged. “Sure, why not. It’s just two weeks.” I boldly met his face with a half smile . “Sides, I ain’t never…I mean I’ve never really been many places.” I nodded a li t tle, licking my lips nervously. “No place actually. Born and raised here all my life.” A l ready told him that, stupid.
Damn that was one serious gaze he assaulted me with. Had I said the wrong thing? Was he having second thoughts? He slid out of the booth and slid into my side. I promptly scooted to make room, but he only scooted closer until there was no more place to scoot. I couldn’t not look in his eyes, I mean when a man scoots into your booth, it would seem odd to pretend he ain’t comin ’ for a reason that requires a pe r son’s undivided attention. He surely had mine. Had my everything .
The diner noise disappeared as he stroked my jaw with a finger and leaned in. I inhaled the smell of his aftershave, unlike anything I’d ever smelt around these parts. Mysterious, sexy, confident. It was all him. His lips slid softly over mine, not really kis s ing, just touching, teasing. “Thank you,” he barely
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