I'm used to seeing beautiful women, but there's something about this girl that makes my blood heat in a way it hasn't in a long time.
"Hi, I'm Gavin," I say, stepping forward and then stopping. I feel stupid as fuck introducing myself while I'm butt naked. But it can't be helped. The snake is already out of the bag. There's no use covering him up now.
The girl doesn't reply, her eyes as wide as saucers, her legs trembling. Jesus, she looks like she'll need a respirator, her chest heaving as her eyes flit to my face, back between my legs, and then back to my face again.
Her mouth works for a moment as her eyes play ping pong, and I can't help but grin at the effect I'm having on her. I don't know why I'm enjoying this, but I am.
I boldly take a step forward, though I know I shouldn't. She's fucking petrified. "You all right?"
Her cheeks burning red, I hear her mumble, "I'm sorry," before she turns and runs from the room without looking back.
For a moment, I'm tempted to go after her, but I don't. After all, I am naked, and I don't know where the fucking bathrobe is. But I'm pissed I didn't get her name. She was gorgeous. And I could see the way she looked at me. I know that look.
And the image of her looking up at me with those eyes while I push into her body is going to be in my dreams until I make it a reality.
But she ran from me. I clench my jaw as I think about her plump, pouty lips and her wide eyes as she took in my naked body. My cock twitches again as I remember the lust that flashed in her eyes.
I decide right then and there that I'm gonna find her. And when I do, I'll have those sweet lips wrapped around my cock in no time.
If it's the last thing I do.
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Preview: Mr. Fiance
by Lauren Landish
It's fake, but it feels so good.
Oliver Steele is supposed to be my knight in shining armor. He's tall, handsome, and as cocky as he is rich. With his good looks and charm, no one's going to suspect a thing. No one's going to believe our engagement is fake.
But he's taking this thing way too far. The way he wraps his arm around me like I'm his. The way he kisses me and presses his hard body up against mine. I almost believe that it's real. Almost.
He's doing it on purpose now; he loves that this is getting to me.
Two can play his game, I won't let him win. By the time our week together is done, I'll leave Oliver on his knees and begging.
But the minute we're alone in the bedroom, I know I'm in over way my head. When he undresses me with his eyes, I realize I lost before the game even started. It's only a matter of time before I lose myself in his touch and let him do whatever he wants to me.
I know what I want, but I can't tell what's real anymore.
Chapter 1
Mindy
"Can we get some service over here?" yells a woman who's seated at one of the tables in the packed coffee house. "You girls are moving slow as molasses!"
I slap the lids down on a couple of cups and place them in a cup holder before taking them over to the counter. I pause for a moment to dab the sweat from my brow with my apron, sighing. My feet ache from running back and forth during the early morning rush and I need a damn break.
Jesus, I tell myself as I force a fraudulent smile on my face. This is the worst morning ever. It's a blistering hot day in July. The A/C's shoddy, it's like 100 degrees outside, and it feels like I'm working in the fiery pits of hell. And to make matters worse, it's a packed house and I'm running behind. I don't know how much more of this madness I can take.
"We'll be right with you, ma'am!" I call out, flashing her an easy smile and a playful wink that hides my irritation. I ring up the order for a man standing at the front of the line and then send him on his way with his two iced coffees. He's immediately replaced by another man, who spits out his order so fast I almost feel dizzy, barely catching it all. "We're just running a little behind schedule this morning."
"Bullshit!" the woman snaps, glowering at the line of people in front of me. She's a well-kept, middle-aged blonde with an immaculate short hairdo, garbed in fur-trimmed designer clothes that go along with her snobby attitude. "There's three of you back there, yet I've been waiting for over ten minutes for my frap." She shakes her head, practically frothing at the mouth. "It's ridiculous!"
A lump of anger forms in my throat. I quickly swallow it back, glancing to the sky. Dear God, give me the strength!
I grit my teeth, my eyes cutting off to the side where the equipment is. I see Cassie, one of my employees, taking her sweet ass time blending something. She's acting like we don't have customers piling up out the ass. Throwing her long, brown hair back, she takes in a deep yawn as if she's tired from working so hard. If she weren't new, I'd chew her out.
I shake my head.
At least she looks nice enough in our new uniform, a blue skirt that shows a lot of leg, with a white V-necked T-shirt with Beangal's Den printed over the chest. But looking cute and pretty doesn't mean shit to me if you're not getting work done.
Sighing, I look around for Sarah, my other employee, but she's nowhere to be seen.
Figures, I say to myself. One disappears on me, and the other is moving slower than a snail. Why did I want to be the manager of this place again?
"Ma'am," I say as politely as I can manage, turning my eyes back on her. I signal to the waiting customer that I'll be with him in a moment. "I understand your frustration with having to wait, but there's no need for that language. There are kids in here." I pause and add, "However, I promise that once you try our world-famous Tiger Caramel Frappuccino, you'll forget all about the wait. It's just that good." I flash her another smile and a wink, hoping to defuse the situation.
"Ha! We'll see! But if your service weren't so damn bad, we wouldn't have a problem," the woman hotly retorts, ignoring my peace-making attempt and looking as if she's ready for a fight.
I clench my hands, biting back a sharp response that instantly forms on my lips. Usually, I can handle even the most disgruntled customer with my charm, but this one seems immune to it. And she's testing my patience.
Taking a deep breath, I draw myself up, then speak in calm, even tones. "Ma'am, if you can't watch your language, I'm going to have to kindly ask that you leave."
Steeling myself, I wait for her to challenge me. But surprisingly, she just grumbles, muttering something nasty under her breath as she looks away.
I sigh in relief. I was half-expecting to have to call hotel security to deal with this one.
For the next five minutes, I go back to frantically taking and filling orders. I have to stop three times to tell Cassie to pick up the pace. It does little good. If anything, she moves slower, like she's silently protesting having to work hard.
Dammit. I just don't have the time to get on Cassie's ass right now. It wouldn't be so bad if Sarah weren't MIA.
It just so happens that as soon as the rush of customers is gone, Sarah reappears from the back.
"Where on earth have you been?" I gasp, setting down a tray I've brought over from an empty table on the counter. "We've been slammed out here! I'm doing three people's jobs!"
The twenty-year-old short brunette with dimples normally has a penchant for being overzealous about her job. She shakes her head as her eyes fall on Cassie. "I bet. She was probably up all night screwing Brad's brains out." I hold in a groan. Sarah loves to get digs in against Cassie whenever she can. I ignore responding to the bait as Sarah looks back to me. "I'm sorry, Mindy. I was just having a little trouble back there."
I frown with confusion. "What kind of trouble?"
Sarah tilts her head to the side, biting her lower lip. "Well, uh, my tampon-"
"TMI!" I say, cutting her off and looking around fearfully, hoping no one heard what she just said. "Jesus, Sarah," I hiss quietly, "what are you trying to do, scare our customers away?"
Sarah blushes, her cheeks turning a rosy red. "Sorry!"
I shake my head, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and guiding her toward the dining area. "Never mind that. I need your help. There's like five tables that need to be cleaned off and wiped down, and I need a few supplies from the back."
Sarah nods dutifully, wiping her hands on her apron and making her way over to the messy tables. "On it, Boss!"
I sigh and shake my head as I watch her nearly run into a customer on her way. A pulsing ache runs down my side as I lean against the counter for support. I really don't know how I'm going to get through the rest of the day. The stress of running this place is getting to me lately. In fact, ever since I became the operating manager of Beangal's Den, I've been overworked and tired. Sure, I'm making more money than I ever have, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's even worth it.