Quinn
I’m wiping down the counter, waiting for customers to start strolling in, when I hear the door chime. I look up and it’s Liam. I don’t know why I thought he was joking when he said he would be back today.
He was hell-bent on getting my number. I’ll give him an A for effort. I’m just not interested in dating right now. My sole focus is on my shop and making sure it runs smoothly. I don’t have the time to be distracted by a man. A very tall, dark, and handsome man. Who has gorgeous hair and very manly arms with tattoos. And an obviously huge cock that I fondled yesterday by accident.
“Here, you have a little drool on the side of your mouth.” He chuckles as he acts like he’s going to wipe my face with his thumb.
I slap his hand out of my face. Shit. I must have been checking him out again. He laughs. “Good morning, Liam. What can I get for you?”
He smirks, pulls out his phone, and sets it on the counter. “Your number, please?”
I smile and shake my head. “No, sorry, I only have coffee and donuts.”
His smile doesn’t falter. “It’s okay. I’ll wear you down, Pookie. I’ll have the same coffee you made me yesterday and one of those donuts that have the cream in the middle with chocolate on the top.”
“A Boston Cream donut. Coming right up.” I turn around to start getting his order ready as he goes to sit at a table by the window.
I get his order together and walk toward him. He’s sitting back in one of the fluffy armchairs, with his legs spread, scrolling on his phone. He looks comfortable sitting there. I wonder what it would feel like to sit in his lap and have his arms consume me.
Okay, , you need to snap out of it. I don’t have time to entertain a man. I need to keep reminding myself of that.
“You know, you keep saying you don’t want to give me your number, but the way you look at me like you want to eat me tells another story.”
I snap my eyes up to him.
Fuck . I’ve been caught again. I really need to control myself. “I don’t want to eat you.” I squint at him.
“Coulda fooled me.” He smirks.
I ignore him as I set his coffee and donut down. He pulls his wallet out.
“No, it’s on the house, remember?”
“I know. You owe me because I have third-degree burns.” He winces and starts pulling at his shirt as if the material is hurting the raw skin.
My stomach churns. “I’m so sorry, Liam. Really. I-I didn’t—”
He cuts me off, leaning forward in his chair. He grabs my hand. “Honey Bun, stop it. I’m just messing with you. Nothing a little aloe can’t fix.” He puts my hand to his lips and gently kisses my knuckles as he rubs my fingers. My whole body starts to heat.
I pull my hand away. What is this man doing to me?
He stares at me for a beat. “Since you want to be stubborn and not give me your number…” He pulls out a card and hands it to me. “Here’s my business card, just in case you decide to change your mind.”
I look down at the card. “Liam’s Auto Solutions,” I say.
“Yep. I am THEE Liam.” He smirks.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that.” I smile and quickly school my face. “I’ll take this in case I have an issue with my car, but I won’t be using it for any other reason.”
“You will cave. You won’t be able to resist,” he says.
“I won’t cave,” I deadpan.
He nods and smiles a panty-dropping smile. “Still stubborn, I see. It’s okay. I’m still not giving up.” He stands up and grabs his coffee and donut. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Boo Bear.”
“Do you really want to torture yourself by coming in here every day so you can get rejected?”
He belly laughs and runs his eyes down my body, then back to my eyes. My breath hitches as his eyes darken. “I might be tortured, but not in the way you’re thinking.” He steps toward me, closing in the distance between us.
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then lifts my chin. “I’m going to wear you down, Kitten. I like a little chase.” He slowly drops my chin and turns to walk out the door.
As I watch him walk past the window and down the sidewalk, I’m frozen in place.
I’m royally fucked.