Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
She’s caused me to be so frazzled that I missed a very important mistake. Prior to Dom showing up in my office the other day, I’d been working on proving the fraudulent bills from another client, but Ivy makes me forget my priorities. Luckily, Domani and my cousin, Nero, weren’t too bothered and were able to deal with the situation.
I take my spot at my favorite table and begin my observations. Every day the place is swamped, and yet they are bleeding money. Still, my mind isn’t on the dollars and cents, but on the pretty barista in the pale green apron. She’s here every single day, and like a glutton I watch her move around the café with the grace of a ballerina.
Taking a seat at the table, I wait for her to come over and take my order. I’d love to take her as my favorite drink; still, I patiently sit in the seat that gives me the best vantage point of her beauty. I pull out my laptop, making enough noise to be noticed by her.
She meets my gaze and ducks her head, giving me just a hint of the blush that covers her face. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and I’m floored by what I see. Her arm has a bandage around it. I wonder if it’s a major injury or burn. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, so perhaps it’s just unsightly around guests. I need to ask about it when she comes over here.
I’ve stared at Ivy every second I can, even though I’m supposed to be examining the expenses and decide if we’re going to have to make the café ours and kill her father. One thing is for sure: I will own Ivy. I’ve never indulged in anything, and now I’ve found a craving that will never be sated.
Ivy deals with a table full of suits, smiling prettily at them while she takes their breakfast orders. I’m livid, breaking the pencil in my hand. “Fuck,” I snarl, tossing it inside my bag to dispose of later. Honestly, I want to pull out my gun and pop them in the head for the flirty way they’re talking to her. She returns their banter with a cute little laugh that pisses me off. It belongs to me… everything Ivy owns belongs to me.
Even after taking their orders, she ignores my presence, setting my teeth on edge. I’m not going anywhere until she comes over here. Her employee comes out of the back several times with more supplies to fill their station at the front. Finally they start talking, which I’m sure is about me from the way her employee looks at me and then back to her. If the other girl comes over here, I’ll send her back because I only want coffee from Ivy.
After a quick conversation with another male customer, Ivy decides to grace me with her presence and comes over to my table. All civilized thought leaves my head, and I grunt out, “About damn time. Too busy flirting with the customers to realize I was here.” I barely use my words to order my coffee so this is the most I’ve said to her, and it’s going to backfire on me—of that, I’m certain.
I’d been so damn tongue-tied until I saw her talking to those assholes. Hell, I ended up drinking coffee with sugar for the past couple of days because she remembered my order, but I had no idea what I was saying. I usually drink my coffee black.
“Hello. The usual?”
“No. Um… yes, actually.” I stare at her with thoughts of stripping her bare and spreading her on the counter, licking her split like my favorite ice cream so that everyone would know she was mine.
Her top is too fucking tight, and I’m sure every man in here notices that she’s got a killer rack and is dreaming of rubbing their fucking faces between those gorgeous tits. Her long black hair is pinned up today in a messy bun with two pencils in her hair. It’s cute and sexy. I want to pull them out and tug her hair free from that damn bun so I can feel it between my fingers as I bring her body close to me.
“Fine. I’m Ivy, by the way. Manners go a long way, mister, so that’s why they get special treatment.” She walks away, and I watch the way her ass moves in that tight fucking pair of pants. They’re glued to her slender curves so that you can see every inch of her build. My rolling jealousy boils in my chest. Still, I can’t act on it like I want. With her father’s debt an issue, we can’t be together, especially if Dom wants him strung up by the balls. Fuck me.