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She’s the only other person who knows about how sick Adeline is. She gives me her extra shifts sometimes when we need the money and I’m pretty sure she’s given me more tips on a couple of occasions, even though we’re supposed to split them evenly.
“About the same.” I say, grateful when the first customer walks in.
We stay busy after that, with a steady stream of people coming and going. At ten o’clock there’s a bit of a lull and I let Bianca take her break first. I watch as she heads out the back door as I wipe down the counter. I hear someone come up to the counter and I turn around to see two guys standing there. One is staring up at the menu while the other looks over the pastry display.
I take a moment to study them a little closer. They’re both tall but the one staring up at the coffee menu is thick with jet black hair and caramel eyes framed by long sooty lashes. The guy drooling over the pastries has dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes with a leaner build. I realize I’ve been staring at them for a solid minute and I jerk myself out of my trance. I’ve never had this sort of reaction to one man, let alone two.
“Can I get you anything?”
Both men turn and look at me and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I look between them when neither of them answers me. They’re both just staring at me with this weird kind of intensity. It’s almost too much. No one has ever looked at me like that. Like they would like to ordermeand not the coffee. I clear my throat and try again.
“Did you guys need another minute?”
This seems to get through to them and the blonde smiles at me as he leans on the counter. I watch as his eyes flick down my body before coming back to my name tag before his eyes meet mine once again.
“What would you recommend, Aspen?” He asks as he continues to grin at me.
“To eat?” I ask huskily.
I watch as his pupils dilate and I have to pull my eyes away from him and over to his friend. I can’t believe I just said that. And what is wrong with my voice?
“Yeah. To eat.” The blonde one says.
I know he’s not really talking about the pastries anymore. I might be a 22-year-old virgin but I’m not that naïve.
“I like the cheese danishes. The coffee cake is really good too.” I say as I point them out in the case.
“Ok, give me two of each of those and I’ll take a large coffee, one cream, one sugar, please.”
I can feel their eyes on me as I type the order into the computer before I look back up to ask if his friend wants anything. When I look up it looks like they’re having an intense conversation with each other. The blonde one gives him a meaningful look before they both look back at me. I take this time to study them some more. I don’t know what it is about them but it’s like a current is running between the three of us.I want them, I realize in shock. I’ve never wanted anyone. Blondie catches me watching them and smiles at me. I glare back at him but it only makes his smile widen.
I look past him at the line that is starting to form behind them.
“Will that be all?” I ask, pointedly looking at Blondie’s friend.
He gives me a slow smile. “I’ll take a large coffee, black.” He says.
I quickly add that to the order before reading them their total. As the muscular one swipes his card, I pull the pastries out of the case and bag them up. I hand them the receipt and the bag before turning and pouring their coffees into to-go cups. Normally we’re supposed to ask if they want it for here or to go but for some reason, these guys make me antsy. Like I have too much energy running through me when I look at them.
“Here you go.” I say as I place the cups in front of them. They reach out at the same time and I gasp as their fingers wrap around mine on the cups. I jerk away, luckily not spilling any coffee all over the place and look up at them.
“Have a good day.” I mumble as I try to dismiss them for the next customer.
“I’m Flynn James and this is Roman Stone.” Blondie says as he points to himself and then his friend.
“Great. Well, have a good one.” I try again to dismiss them.
“Do you work here every morning?” Blondie-er,Flynn, asks.
“Yup.” I say, popping the P. “Now if you don’t mind, I should get back to work.”
“Why don’t you meet us tonight? Working all day must be stressful and I’m sure we could help you relax.”
“We?” I ask. Shouldn’t just one of them be hitting on me? Although I’m not sure which one I would prefer at this point.I don’t want to choose between them. I want them both.
Almost like he can hear my thoughts, Flynn says, “Yeah. We. We like to share.”
My cheeks heat as I think about being sandwiched between the two of them, their hands trailing up and down my body.
