Chapter 3
Tristan
Balancing the drinks in one hand, I rapped on the door and waited patiently for the bane of my life to open it.
It took a solid minute before the door was flung open by the man whom I wanted to detest, but had paid a visit to me in my dreams, resulting in me waking with the biggest boner I’d had in a while.
“You’re early,” he grumbled, his dark eyes narrowing on me even though he was dressed in a suit and clearly ready to go to work.
I let an enormous smile lift my lips. “I know. Thought I’d get a start on the day.
Good morning, by the way,” I paused, seeing if he would acknowledge my greeting.
Of course, he didn’t. I held a cup out to him.
“I got you a coffee. Figured you weren’t an eggnog latte kinda guy like me, so I got you a black coffee with no sugar. ”
His gaze dropped to the cup, brows pulling together, before whipping back up to meet my amused stare. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you bring me coffee?”
For what seemed like an eternity, I was lost for words. Seriously, it hadn’t even crossed my mind when I pulled up at the drive-thru and ordered the two drinks that he’d think I had an ulterior motive.
My eyes fell to the coffee cup I was holding out to him.
“Uh…‘cos I came here via the drive-thru and thought it would be rude to turn up without a drink for you.” Several times, his eyes darted to the cup and back to me again, and I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever done something nice for this guy.
“It’s not poisoned, you know,” I added. “You just have to add sugar and creamer if that’s what you want.
But, hey, let me know if you’d prefer something else.
I have an addiction to caffeine, so I tend to go most days.
I can grab you something different tomorrow. ”
For the first time in twenty-four hours, Ben McScroodge’s features relaxed as he reached out to take the drink from me.
His fingers wrapped around the cup, brushing against mine.
Tingles sparked between us and traveled through my body before settling low in my stomach, and for a second, the two of us were caught in each other’s gaze.
He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes from mine. “Black coffee is fine.” He started to turn, giving me his back, but paused to look over his shoulder. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t stop the triumphant smirk from tugging at my lips. “You’re welcome.”