"So you fucked and made up?" Alexa giggles as she fills a cream container. "Was it as amazing as last time?"
"Better." I smile. "Raw or something. It was mind blowing."
"It was weird though, right?" She places the cream down as she screws the lid back onto the container. "One minute you're talking about his dead girlfriend and the next he's fucking your brains out."
I wince at the words. "Alexa."
"Bad choice," she sighs. "So you're just going to drop all the questions and crawl back into bed with him?"
"No," I offer weakly. I'm not, am I? Last night was a start but I want more answers. I want to know more about what's happened in his life since the accident.
"When are you seeing him again?" She picks up an apron and pulls it over her uniform.
I follow suit and pin my nametag on the front of mine. "We didn't discuss it. After we had sex, he drove me home."
"What did he say? What did you talk about on the way back to your place?"
I didn't want that question to come up. "Nothing, "I say offhandedly hoping she'll let it drop.
"What do you mean? The weather? Sports? What?"
"I mean nothing, Alexa. He didn't say anything until he kissed me on the cheek on my parent's doorstep and said goodnight." I shove the words out quickly.
"You don't think that's a problem?" She rests her hands on my shoulder, pushing my hair back so my nametag is visible. "He fucked you and then just took you home like that."
"It was an emotional night." I turn away. She's right. I've thought of nothing else since he left me standing by the front door. When he came everything changed. He quickly helped me compose myself, pulled his pants up and took me home. The only word he said was a weak goodnight.
"Don't let him fuck you around." She taps me on the shoulder. "You're too good for that."
"I won't." I smile at the flash of protectiveness.
***
"When's your break?" His voice pushes through the dim lull of the crowded bistro. I turn to see him standing next to the counter. He's striking in a dark navy suit, and white shirt.
"At noon." I call back as I try in vain to finish taking an order. How am I supposed to concentrate on anything when he's standing there looking like he just jumped off the pages of GQ?
He glances swiftly at the watch on his wrist. "I'll wait."
"It's an hour away, Hunter." I smile as I take the cash the woman ordering offers to me. "You don't have to wait."
"I'm waiting," he says curtly before walking to the back of the line.
"He's so fucking hot I can't breathe." Alexa's voice trails along my neck. "Does he bark orders to you like that when he's inside of you?"
I turn quickly and throw my hand over her mouth. "Be quiet. He'll hear you."
"Christ, he's delicious. Just look at him." She twirls me back around and I stare down the line of waiting customers until my eyes reach him. He's staring at his phone. The grace with which he stands only adds to his height. He's imposing and strong and many of the women in line are twisting their necks back to catch a glimpse of him. Of the man who told me last night that I was his destiny.
"Take over for me." I push myself away from the counter. "I'm going to the back to count cups."
"You're so lame." She pushes me aside. "I'll take his order and I'll deliver it, if you get my drift."
I shake my head with laughter as I take one last fleeting glimpse of him before walking to the back room. I need some air and I need to get my head back out of the clouds before I talk to him again.
Chapter 9
"Last night was really hard for me." His deep voice fills the space in his small car. We're parked in a corner of the parking lot. "I've never shared the stuff about her with anyone before."