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By the end of the day, I was tired, and my feet hurt. Reid and I had been busy on the shop floor, and luckily, Emily and Slick had helped me to be more approachable to customers. I’d handled them and their queries well, even if I said so myself. I’d let the girls out and discussed hours with Henry, who seemed happy with them and what I would pay her.
Henry asked that if a full-time position came up, she’d be interested. As we sat discussing terms, I remembered the comments that had come from customers concerning the drinks. Idly, I wondered if the early crowd would be enough to hire Henry. Time to take a risk, go big or go home! In the end, we agreed Henry would work from seven in the morning until two in the afternoon, Monday to Friday and Saturday from seven until three.
So, Henry ended up full time as well, and I hoped the shop made plenty of money to cover the staff and give me and Reid a living. Henry looked ecstatic at the job offer and accepted at once. When she left, I had a quick look at today’s coffee sales and saw they’d doubled from yesterday. Henry definitely was an excellent investment.
There was a knock, and I glanced up and recognised Jett standing outside. He wore a pair of faded tight blue jeans, worn at interesting places and a plum thermal and his cut over the top. He was smiling as I made my way and opened the door.
“Good day?” Jett rumbled in his deep voice, and I nodded as he stepped into the shop and crowded my space.
“Seemed busier than yesterday. I’ll have to compare the days later. I met Emily and Slick; they seemed friendly. Emily is nuts, but let me do a quick run-through,” I said as I walked away. Quickly, I began checking everything was shut down. Once I was satisfied it was, I strolled back to where Jett was leaning against the counter.
“Slick was grumpy that Emily beat him to some books. Man’s pissed but singing your praises,” Jett threw at me.
In return, I shrugged; I hadn’t done much, just served Slick. He’d been kind to me.
“He seemed nice. Slick was interested in the shop and authors we stocked. I need to do a bank drop, if that’s okay?”
Jett gave me a nod, and I grabbed the money and my bag, set the alarms, and locked up.
“Let me take that,” Jett said as he walked me down the street. He took the deposit off me and tucked it into his cut. Once hidden, Jett gently but firmly dragged me into his side and draped his arm around my shoulders. I shivered slightly in the chill air, but the heat from his body kept the cold at bay. Once I’d done the bank drop, I looked at him.
“Wanna go eat?” Jett sought, and my stomach rumbled in agreement; I blushed.
“I’m starved,” I told him.
Jett frowned.
“You not grabbed lunch today?”
“I grabbed a sausage roll and a bacon cob.”
“Huh?” Jett replied, sounding confused.
“It’s what the Southern English call bread rolls,” I said, laughing. “I picked up some of their words while I was at Oxford.”
“Okay,” Jett mused, “what do you fancy?”
I bit my tongue to stop myself from blurting out, him.
“Anything. Actually, I could eat a horse.”
“You’re not on a fancy-schmancy diet or rubbish like that?” Jett urged. I glared.
“Do I look like I need to lose weight?” I snapped, insulted.
Jett grinned and squeezed my waist.
“Fuck no, you are perfect, but women get stupid shit in their heads. Steak and ribs?”
Jett thought I was perfect. As he spoke, I looked at his mouth, and I felt a shiver run through me. Jett impatiently gave me a little shake, and I blinked.
“You think I’m beautiful?” I blurted and blushed deeply. Was it possible to sound any more gauche?
“Yeah, Sin, I believe you’re fuckin’ amazing. Now I need to eat woman, steak and ribs, good?”
I nodded, and Jett wrapped an arm around me as he led me down the street away from the vast Rage forecourt. Jett walked towards the other end of our block, keeping an arm on me, where there was a fancy restaurant. My stomach flipped, daunted by the idea of eating in such a formal place. What if I did something wrong? Or people looked at me while I was eating? Lacking the social skills I did, I always wondered if people who ate in those places were looking down at me and finding me wanting. But then, I looked up at Jett, realising how comfortable he made me, and the idea of eating out with him was suddenly exciting. It didn’t matter what people thought, it only mattered what Jett did.
We entered, and I thought the girl at the front would drool. She stared, stunned, as she eyed Jett from top to toe. Jett was hot and incredibly sexy, and I saw lust hit as he smiled and asked for a table. The waitress gave me a disgruntled look and led us to a spot in the middle of the room. Jett shook his head and pointed to a more secluded area with low lighting.
