He has the darkest hair, with these sparkling green eyes. He also has on a leather jacket. I see some tattoos on his neck, and he walks with confidence that could only be described as powerful.
“Erica, sweetheart, come here!” Darla is calling my name and his eyes move to where I’m standing. When our eyes meet there is no emotion behind his, but I’m sure I look like a friggin’ lunatic staring him.
“Honey, are you okay?” she yells over, and I shake out of this stupor and clear my throat. When I start to walk over on shaky legs my face heats because I just looked like a total fool being caught ogling this man.
“Um yes, I’m fine, sorry,” I stutter.
“Well, honey, I want you to meet my best boy, Jared. He is my nephew, and is sweet as pie! Now you treat him good and he pays for nothing, you hear.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I quietly agree and clear my throat again. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Nice to meet you, Erica.” He puts his hand out for me to take and I’m still in awe of his damn deep, sexy, gravelly voice. I finally manage to put my hand in his and sparks fly. I swear I feel like I never want to let go of his hand. My stomach swirls and I retreat back a bit.
“Nice to meet you, too. Can I get you a table?” I query.
“Sure.” The corner of his lip tops up in attempt to smile and I start to feel more nervous. Just breathe, Erica. He’s just a man. A hot sexy, scary, beautiful-looking man, I say to myself.
“Here ya go,” I give him a menu and he just shakes his head.
“I know what I want, darlin’,” he says, and my face heats again. Of course he knows what he wants. He’s probably a regular and has been here a million times.
“Burger with fries and a coke please,” he tells me, giving me another panty-melting smile.
“Coming right up!” I walk off in a hurry. I said that too cheerfully and feel like a total idiot. I could have sworn I heard him laugh but I’m not certain because my head is already fucked from this man.
“He’s a looker, isn’t he?” Darla chimes, smiling ear to ear.
“He’s… He's very nice,” I tell her, and she laughs out loud so loud that people turn their heads. Including Jared.
“Oh honey, if only you could see your face right now,” she whisper-laughs, and I shake my head.
“His order is already cooking, dear; go splash some water on your face, honey. You look like you are going to pass out.” She giggles again and I roll my eyes.
“Ha ha.” I smile back at this woman who I know will be a dear friend to me.
Darla then gives me a hug and I catch another glimpse of Jared, and he’s staring at me. He turns his head and I see his smile he’s hiding.
It’s late and my feet are killing me. Work is just about done. Darla thanks me repeatedly for helping and gives me more shifts, which I’m grateful for.
Walking out to my car, I see a motorcycle parked and a man next to it. He looks up and when I see it’s Jared I sigh in relief.
“You scared the shit out of me.” My voice shakes.
“Sorry, Darla wanted me to make sure you got to your car okay tonight.”
I raise one eyebrow and cross my arms.
“Did she now?” He walks over to me.
“What if she didn’t and I just wanted to see you again.” His deep voice rumbles through the night, coming face to face with me.
“Then I would say thank you, but no thanks. I’m just here to make some money while attending school. I’m not looking for anything,” I say in all seriousness.
He then raises his eyebrow in curiosity.
“I just wanted to make sure you got to your car safe.” He steps back and nods his chin for me to get in my car.
“I will get in my car because I have to go home, not because you told me to,” I retort, and he actually laughs.