2

Two Years Later:

Lo handed over the smoothie to the customer and collected his card, putting it in the machine and punching in the requisite. There was only one person left in the line and Lo was grateful. She would do anything for Pam but even this was a bit much. She couldn’t wait to get home and have a nice long bubble bath. Tomorrow was Saturday and she knew her schedule included both afternoon and evening events. She loved her job but sometimes it was a bit much.

The last customer came up to the counter and she could swear he looked familiar. It seemed like he recognized her too.

“Lo?” he asked, surprised to see her but also noticing how her boobs filled her ‘Pam’s Place’ t-shirt so nicely.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, still trying to place the handsome stranger, “and my eyes are up here.”

Like a charm, his eyes snapped up to her face and he blinked like he didn’t know he had been staring at her breasts. She rolled her eyes. She could definitely remember him now.

“Ty?” she asked, “from the party a few years ago?”

“I see you find it easy to mention the party but not what happened after the party,” he said with amusement dancing in his eyes.

Lo found herself rolling her eyes again.

“We fucked in your car. Stop acting like it was a big deal,” she stated, “what can I get for you?”

“Black coffee, no sugar,” he answered, then added, “its nice to see you again. I didn’t know you were a barista.”

“I’m not and you know nothing about me,” she said as she prepared his coffee.

“Well, that’s because you ran out my car like your ass was on fire,” he said. And a delectable ass at that, he thought, the view stirring up his cock as she prepared his coffee. Her ass was definitely bigger this time and she was wearing light leggings with either a thong or no panties.

The concept of her wearing no panties was jet fuel to the blood filling his dick.

When she didn’t answer, he added, “If you’re not a barista, then what are you doing here, working the job of a barista?”

She looked back briefly as if debating whether to answer him or not, “My friend owns the place. She’s just starting up and can’t exactly afford to hire a bunch of people so a few of her friends, including me, are helping her out until she turns a profit and can afford to hire some other staff.”

“That’s nice of you guys.”

“Oh well,” she shrugged, “here’s your coffee.”

She placed the steaming cup and saucer in front of him expecting him to leave before she headed to the back and told Pam she was going home. He still stood there and she raised her brow in question. She could leave him standing there because it wasn’t like she really worked there but she couldn’t be rude to Pam’s customers. That kind of behavior could ruin her friends business.

“If you’re not a barista, then what do you do?” he asked.

“I’m a celebrity stylist,” she answered quickly, “now will you please sit down and finish your coffee?”

With a shrug, he finally resigned and went to take a seat where he knew he would still be able to keep a clear view of her.

She went in the back to pack her things and tell Pam that she was leaving. Just to avoid Ty in case he decided to wait for her outside, she went out through the back but just as she was about to slip into her car, a hand grasped her arm and she looked up (she really had to look up because he was like a gazillion feet taller than her) to see Ty looking at her with a mischievous smirk.

“I had a feeling you’d try to escape.”

“Escape? I wasn’t even running away from you,” she lied.

His eyes crinkled at the edges in a hidden smile and she downright seethed.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

He looked at her really well. For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to understate why she was acting like this. The woman he had met was carefree, sweet and fun to be around, even if she had left him after sex without so much as a phone number.

“I just want to know why you’re acting like I’m the bane of your existence,” he replied with a shrug.

She sighed. He really didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of her shitty day.

“It’s not that, okay,” she resigned, “I’ve had a really tiring day and I’m sincerely just not in the mood plus I have an early morning tomorrow.”

He nodded. He could see that she was tired and he didn’t want to press her further. He was persistent, not a pest.

She was about to slide back into her car when she got a whiff of his cologne. It smelled like chocolate and sex, which just happened to be two of her favorite things along with whipped cream and cake. She turned back, suddenly wanting to have a taste of this hunky man again, just to see if he still tasted as good as he smelled.

“You know what? Lemme give you my number and you can give me a call tomorrow evening,” she said.

He smiled and handed her his phone. She typed in her number blindly, thinking about the way his smile stretched across his face and seemed to illuminate the entire area around him. His teeth were stark white against his dark skin and the corner of his eyes crinkled up, making him look so attractive she could barely keep still. She could steadily feel the growing ache between her legs that she knew she would be too tired to take care of that night.

She handed him back his phone, gave him her own smile back and slid into her car. As she drove away, she wondered if he would eventually call her or not. Looking in her she mirror, she saw that he was still standing on the sidewalk where she had left him.