We’re frozen like this, standing and staring face to face in the doorway. She’s blocking my way in, but hell if I care. Hell, if I care about a single damn thing except being right here in this moment, staring at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her tiny white tank top is also almost completely see-through from sweat, and that is not helping me keep my eyes someplace civil.
“Miss! Hello?!”
The screech comes from through the kitchen, from the take-out window that seems to have new customers lining up at it again. The girl frowns through her blush, and I watch her jaw tick as the woman’s voice screeches again.
“Are you on fucking break or something! He-llloooo!”
Sighs and then purses her lips and steps back. The frozen moment shatters, and I’m instantly furious at the screeching shithead who’s just ruined this for me.
“I—I need to get back to the window.”
“Sure thing,” I growl. Part of me wants to grab her and pin her to the wall. I want to keep her right here, with me, by force if I have to. The idea of her not being inches from me, within my grasp with the heat of her skin so close to mine pisses me off.
But she’s got a job to do. And for that matter, so do I.
“I’ll be at the thingy,” I grunt.
She grins widely, her cheeks flushing and her eyes sparkling. She opens her mouth to say something, but then she seems to swallow it back. She turns, and she quickly darts back to the window to the tune of the incessant screeching.
I take a deep breath, trying to still my pulse and trying to will my cock back down. I grab my tools and head into the kitchen towards the big AC control unit in the corner. Instantly, I groan. Fucking Christ, it’s hot as hell in here.
I get to work, but in seconds, I’m glancing up again, looking for her. From where I’m kneeling, I can actually see her right through the open bakery kitchen door, standing there at the window taking orders.
I growl, forgetting my work, and my eyes follow her as she twirls and moves. It’s like she’s in a ballet, the way she moves getting orders ready behind that counter, and it’s a dance I could watch all damn day. That thin tank top? Those shorts? I mean the outfit might be stripper-tacky, but that doesn’t mean it’s not making my cock harder by the damn second. I groan, feeling my balls swell with the need to just fucking have her, and my jaw grinds.
I keep trying to work, but fuck, it’s almost impossible. I find myself growling, watching her and wanting her so fucking bad. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve been with anyone. But shit, this ain’t the place or time, and fuck me, how old is she? Or rather, how young is she?
That thought has me frowning and quickly turning back to work. I throw myself into it, heedless of the sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes. My shirt is fucking soaked, my skin is drenched, but I stick with it. Trying to focus while that worrying thought of how damn old this girl really is pounds through my mind. I somehow manage to keep my fucking eyes on my work.
“Water?”
I blink, startled. I have no idea how long I’ve been fixated on the control panel, but I look down and realize I’m actually just about done fixing the shotty wiring. I glance up, and my heart jumps in my chest. My cock fucking twitches as my eyes slide up over the tight, sweat-slicked body of the gorgeous cinnamon bun girl.
She smiles down at me bashfully. “Are you thirsty?”
She’s holding a big bottle of water, glistening with beads of condensation. Christ, it might even be as sexy as her right now, given how dehydrated I am. I glance past her to see the window mercifully devoid of any customers.
“Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No problem,” she smiles. “You look really hot.”
I just grin when she visibly, physically cringes and squeezes her eyes shut. Fuck, she looks so fucking cute when she blushes like that.
“I’m West, by the way,” I say with a smirk. “West Farrow.”
“Taylor,” she mumbles through burning cheeks. “Conway.”
“Well, Taylor, I’m almost done here.”
She sighs mercifully, relaxing just a little bit. “Oh thank God. This place has a been a freaking sauna for days.”
I chuckle and swig the water. “So how’d you get stuck working at this place?”
She frowns and looks down with a shrug. “Oh, my uncle owns it.
Fuck.
I wrinkle my nose and make a face. “Shit, sorry.”