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“Hey, are you with that girl by the window?” the guy making the drinks asks. When I look up at him and smile, he frowns, getting the point.
“Yeah, I am.” He looks away from me to Clara, and I wonder why he’s so interested. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh! I just watch her videos. A lot of us here do.” He motions to his co-workers behind him. “We’re big fans.” He passes me my completed order and winks.
“Thanks, man,” I say, walking back to our table. Clara is still looking out the window. I notice the worried look on her face and make a note to ask her what’s bothering her.
“Here we go,” I say, placing the cups on the table and handing her the bag of baked goods.
“Mmm, you have no idea how much I want to just devour all of these right now,” she says, opening the bag and groaning. I take a deep breath and try to think of anything but the way those groans sound while my cock is buried deep inside her.
“Be my guest,” I say, motioning to the bag, hoping she does devour them all. I know she’s hungry.
“So, I met one of your fans back there.” I motion to the cashier, and her eyes widen. “What do you do that makes someone your fan?” Her gaze automatically drops to the table, and she fidgets with her fingers.
“I make YouTube videos. Makeup tutorials mostly.” I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. I know people can make a good living doing something like that, but I’ve never met anyone immersed in that world.
“Wow, and you like it?” I ask as her eyes slowly become level with mine. I can see hesitancy there, and her gaze darts behind us as she scans the room. I don’t like the look on her face. I can see the tension building in her shoulders, so I take her hand in mine. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I just have this feeling that someone is watching me.” Her eyes dart around the room once more, and I look back at the guy behind the counter, but he’s no longer there. So, it’s not him.
“Never mind. This happens sometimes. I’m just being paranoid.” I shake my head at her as I take her hand in mine.
“If you feel unsafe, you should say something. Always go with your gut.” She nods, and we lapse into an uncomfortable silence.
“So, how did you get into making videos?” I ask, hoping it gets her to smile again.
“Well, I’ve always loved makeup, and I usually wear it every day.” She smirks and motions to her makeup-free face. “With the exception of today, of course.” I smile at her because even without makeup, she looks stunning. I’m becoming such a pussy over this woman. “But I wanted to know how to apply everything, and I watched a few videos and got really good at it. Then I started to experiment, and classmates told me I needed to film myself doing it so they could do it, too. And so, my channel was born.”
She’s so adorable.
“What’s it called?” I ask, wanting to know so I can go back to my office later and watch her.
“Clara’s Corner.” I smile at the name. It fits her to a T.
“It’s cute.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I know she loves it. I can tell just by the way she talks about it.
“It’s fun, and I love it most days. Then there are those like today that make me wonder if it’s worth it.” I cock my head and raise an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” I can feel the tension rolling off her in waves now, and it takes everything in me not to move so my arm wraps around her.
“My viewers are mostly all amazing, and they leave very sweet messages for me in the comments section. But, sometimes, like today, I get some that just creep me out.”
I ask what the comment said, and she tells me. It takes me a few minutes to calm down.
“You reported it, right?” I ask, hoping she did. I breathe a sigh of relief when she confirms.
“Good.”
“So, what do you do?” she asks, changing the subject. Normally, I wouldn’t let this go, but I can tell that she needs the distraction as her eyes scan the room once more.
“I work with Liam. He brought me in when he took over for his dad.” She smiles and takes a big bite out of a blueberry muffin.
“That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“Touché,” I say, smiling. “Well, I analyze the market. Which means I look at patterns to determine the future activity of the stocks. I give all my data to Liam, who then advises our clients on whether they should buy or sell.”
“Sounds complicated,” she murmurs through another bite of muffin.
