Chapter 2

"If you would have given me twenty more seconds," I finally manage to sputter out, "I could've paid for my own bougie coffee." He locks his eyes onto mine, a scowl on his lips that has my stomach fluttering. His gaze slowly travels down my body, like he is cataloging every inch of it, before finally returning to meet my gaze again. My cheeks heat up, not sure how to respond. I nearly cream my panties. I'm not against dating older men. At least they have their shit together, whereas guys my age can barely wipe their own asses without asking for help. Something about turning twenty-one makes me not take shit from anybody. Sophie and I have noticed how the world works, but that doesn't mean we have to abide by it. I once had a guy who bought me a drink at a bar, and before I even took a sip, he asked to take me home. What the fuck? At least attempt to ask me questions to get to know me a little first, not shove your tongue down my throat and expect me to spread my legs over an eight dollar drink. The dating pool around here is slim and after our last boyfriends, Sophie and I's conclusion is to only date men that are at least thirty. Any younger than that and they have no clue what they want in life. I need a man with life experience and who knows how to budget. The man in the blue suit stands still as a statue, his eyes bearing into mine like an electric current. My mind has been racing, and I must have zoned out. "I'm Lily." "Adler." Interesting name. I'm pretty sure underneath that suit he has abs for days. Now I want to wipe that scowl off his face and replace it with myself. "What do you do?" He seems agitated, still looking at his phone and not giving me any attention. Guess whatever email he is constructing is more important than a pretty girl. Or maybe he just doesn't find me attractive. I'm not everyone's cup of tea because some don't like curves, but the way he has been eyeing me has me thinking I'm his. He can drink me up anytime. "Listen, I'd love to sit here and chat with you, but I'm kind of busy and you're interrupting my relaxation time before I get into the office. I came for coffee, not a conversation with a stranger." Holy shit, this guy is a dick, but a hot one. Is he going to make me beg for it on my knees? Pretty please! I move away a little, giving him some space, seeing if maybe that will buy time for him to actually get off his fucking phone and undress me some more. Here I am, gawking at a random stranger in a Starbucks at six forty-five in the morning after he paid for my coffee, and all I can think about is sitting on his face. What does that say about me? Am I some sex-crazed fiend? It's been six months since I have had a man touch me. Being single sucks! I have only been with three guys, and something about Adler makes me think he can do so much better. Like he can make me come on command. Fuck! It's not like I'm going to find my future husband at a grocery store. Men like Jaxon don't go there. Their food is delivered. "Coffee for Emily. A venti hot mocha with whole milk and extra whipped cream. Emily." When the man says my order out loud, it makes me sound like a total weirdo. Although I have heard worse. A flat white with caramel, vanilla and cinnamon with skim milk, hold the foam. Standing behind the lady ordering this, I chuckled, and she looked at me like an idiot. There are way crazier requests than mine. What is a flat white, anyway? I need to look that up sometime. I take my coffee and thank the barista, and then turn around one last time with Jaxon. "If you give me your number, I can meet you and pay you back for the coffee." "No, that's not necessary. It's not gonna break my bank, I promise." Again, he doesn't look up from his phone. Just look at me already. Dude, get the fucking hint. I want to sit on your face. I want you to fuck me into oblivion. "No, seriously, please let me pay you back. Can you meet me here tomorrow morning at seven?" "I come at six-thirty, so if you want to pay me back, be here then." So that's why I have never seen him here before. Typically, I'm not here this early. "Okay, see you tomorrow." "A large caramel macchiato with whole milk with extra whipped cream and three extra shots of espresso for Jaxon." This man is going to be the death of me. He's literally an epitome of everything that I want. "See ya tomorrow," I say nonchalantly as I turn to walk out of Starbucks and head to my car. Not trying to be a stalker, I wait to see what he drives because something screams that he has to be some hotshot lawyer or some fancy CEO of a Fortune 500 company. When he walks out, putting his phone in his back pocket, and hits his car keys, I nearly crumble. He jumps into a brand new fully decked out dodge charger: black on black. It's official, I need new underwear now. How am I supposed to go to this interview today with him in mind? I have been looking for a way to relieve myself and I'm not one of those girls that can just throw on a porn video and rub one out, so having his face in my head tonight when I use my battery-operated friend is going to come in handy.