Chapter 1

As the earthy scent of coffee spread in the four corners of the café, giving off an amber early-morning feel to whoever enters, I stared at the rays of the sun hit through the large, lamented glass that served as walls for the café as the sun rises higher into the skies as time passes, its warm rays nourishing the houseplants inside the building contrast to its warmth was the freezing artificial air blown by the air curtain. To add a small flavor to the mood was the monstrous combination of the smooth tune of jazz blaring in the speakers, noises of ceramics clanking, the water boiling, the small drops of coffee slowly dripping down from the brewer to the carafe, the chaotic, mechanical sound of the espresso machine and coffee grinder rumbling, and most of all, the few costumers chattering. Though the noise could be heard separately, it gives me a surging headache, especially when I'm tired and getting a bad day.

It was natural, mundane Thursday noon that typical boring day where you serve drinks to customers for long hours while trying hard pretending to be polite, especially when they're pulling an attitude. However, I couldn't be anymore thankful for having a boring yet exasperating job rather than having no job at all. Of course, there are only limited job opportunities for a high school graduate like me, so I better be contented with what I have rather than complain and want something better when I don't deserve as such. It was quite unnatural that there are only a few customers coming, it's upsetting since I won't be getting many tips than usual, but it gives me a pinch of bliss since I don't have to go from one customer to another frequently unlike the rest of the working days, always jam-packed with costumers especially in the morning. At least, I could relax my legs for a while now. Well, it seems that this day isn't as bad as I think it would be.

"There aren't many customers today, even some of our regulars aren't here," commented the café's only barista and owner, Quency. She's only a few years older than me but the fact that she saved enough money to build a café such as this when she was my age fascinates and drowns me in jealousy sometimes.

"Yeah..." I replied in a small voice, pushing my soft palms on the edge of the stool I'm sitting on with my eyes busy scrutinizing the view outside the glassed walls.

I stared at the windows outside, I watched the pedestrians, composed of mostly college students, walk the crossover while the cars waiting for the red light to turn green. Looking at the view made me sigh in exasperation. I wish I could be like them too, attending college with a nice campus that has a large and nice air-conditioned library to study in, meet different people, having a huge amount of free time with nothing to worry about but only passing the semester. After this shift, I'd be busy washing the dishes in the nearby diner then I'll log in and attend the asynchronous classes in the online college I enrolled in. Though 24 hours won't cut it, I need to make ends meet. Good thing my shift in the café is flexible that I could still sleep for eight hours and keep myself sane.

Just as I was slowly drowning in my muddled thoughts, the glassed door opened and its frame hit the bell chimes, causing a small ringing sound to echo around the area. Automatically, from the view of the busy road outside, my eyes brushed to the door to see the new customer who just arrived, and I immediately met a pair of dangerous green eyes.

I felt a slight throb below my stomach and my flesh clench as I recognized his strong, emanating presence, especially when I noticed that his undercut hair in a hot mess that matched perfectly to his handsome, rugged face that bore a tired expression. He was wearing a grey, sweatshirt hoodie that's sleeves went past his wrists and almost reached his thumb with the cloth hugging his ripped body as if could mold his buff muscles, defining the beauty of his figure. Matching his top was dark, tight sweatpants that defined his athletic thighs and sneakers that matched his bottom's color. The thick book he was holding in his hand was out of the context of his outfit that funnily, made him look like he just got out of the gym instead of leaving his recent class. Yup, this day isn't so bad after all. My favorite regular is here.

I sucked in my breath when he suddenly went forward to the counter, resting his book and meaty forearms on the surface, his eyes looking tedious. With the help of the air conditioner, I caught a waft of his musky scent. I sat straight and put my leg on top of the other, clenching my legs together to suppress myself from getting carried away from my tingling core. I shouldn't get wet this early, especially when I'm at work but this man's presence makes it hard for me.

"Good noon, what can I get you?" Quency immediately charged from her station to the counter and asked him. I forgot that she was not only the owner of this café but also the barista, confectioner, and cashier, though I take care of the latter job sometimes when we're loaded and she's too busy making orders. Sometimes I wondered why she hired me to be a waitress when she basically does most of the work, and she might even cover mine.

"Red Eye," he answered curtly while looking down on his sweatpants and fishing out his wallet. Damn, even his low, baritone voice sounds so hot. It complements his entirety so much.

"A bit different from the usual Long Black, had a rough night?" she asked while punching in his order on the POS computer.

"You could say that," he said and suddenly turned his head in my direction. We once again made eye contact but this time, it sent a cruel, licentious shiver to my spine. I bit my lower lip as I felt myself clench once again, though my legs were squished together tightly, I knew that I was already wet down there. Though we're only staring at each other, the tension between us bore a heavy desire.

"That'll be $2.75," she announced after punching in his order and he turned away his gaze, breaking our eye contact, much to my disappointment.

"Here." He handed her his payment.

"I received be $3," Quency announced then finished the job by giving him his change. "Here's your change. Your coffee will be ready in a jiffy," she said then immediately turned on her back on him, sauntering to the barista station to make his order.

"That's all right, I'm not in a hurry," he replied then grabbed his thick book, turned on his feet, and started to walk to a table, making me unconsciously pout as I grew more disappointed. I shouldn't have anticipated that he'd look at me again.

He sat on the table nearest to the window that was shaded away from the sunlight, putting his book on the wooden surface first before grabbing a chair for himself and sitting. It seems that he wasn't into basking in the light today, he usually basks in the daylight unless he comes in the afternoon and the rays were too hot to bathe in.

Keeping my eyes on him, I watched him pull a highlighter out of nowhere and flip his book open, beginning to review. As I examined his perfectly ripped figure defined by his outfit, my mind began to wander to my deepest fantasies. I could picture him pounding into me while I scream to him out loud to fuck me harder as we share each other's warmth amidst our mingling gasps as we share a harmony of the gratifying melody of moans and resonating the lewd sound of our skin clapping.

"One cup of smoking hot Red Eye," a voice behind me suddenly said that pulled me off from my lust-drunken reverie. I turned my head and witnessed Quency stretching her body, placing a cup on top of a saucer on the counter that was in front of me. "It's for the customer on table 4, the hot guy in the gray sweatshirt," she said, and I nodded.

"Gotcha," I replied and waited for her to go back to her original posture then stood up when she finally did.

As I stared at the neatly arranged saucers and ceramics on the cabinet's counter, an idea for a little fun crossed my mind. I grabbed a saucer from below the counter's cabinet and squatted down to the deli refrigerator that displayed the desserts and confectionaries. Pulling the nearest tongs, I slid open the fridge and grabbed a slice of cheesecake. He loves cheesecake, especially when it had caramel glazed on it.

"What's up with the cheesecake?" I almost hit my head on the fridge's frame in surprise when I heard Quency speak from behind again. I slowly breathed out as I felt my heart beating fast like I was tachycardic as I slowly removed my head from the fridge to face my employer who was looking at me curiously.

"For him, he looked exhausted and needs a treat," I replied as calmly as I could. "I'll pay for it," I then added and did the puppy eyes.

Quency looked at me, confused then slowly, her gaze changed as if she had a clue about what was going on, and nodded sluggishly as a knowing smile grew on her face. "I see what you mean. Good luck, girl," she slightly bent down to tap my ass.

I gave her a smile along with a small nod. "Thanks." Yeah, good luck to these tired legs of mine. 

Putting the plate of cake beside the cup of coffee with a haughty smile on my face, I took the notepad and pen resting on the countersurface and scribbled on it then ripped off the page I had written on from the pad and set it on the plate, right beside the cake. Seeing that everything is set, I grabbed the tray, took a long breath, placed his coffee along with the cake, and began strutting to his table.

"Here's your cup of Red Eye and a slice of cheesecake," I said while reclining my back forward to place his order on the wooden table.

As my arm went past his face to put his order down, I almost shuddered when I felt his hot breath fanning over my skin and his musky scent trickled my nose. I flinched. My top was a white collared blouse with its sleeves reaching only my shoulders covered mostly by a black vest that was designed like a halter neck paired with a pencil skirt and 1-inch heels of the same color. My sudden reaction created built a tension between us, though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel him staring at me with such deep intensity. Trying to verify with my instinctive supposition, I turn my head slightly and brushed my eyes to his face, and oh god— his blue irises were pointed towards me in the form of a heated stare, scrutinizing me like a fresh piece of meat.

Flustered and stirred, I clenched my slightly wet legs together while hastily set the coffee and plate near him so I could finally turn on my heels. "I should be on my way now," I said, about to walk away when he suddenly spoke, his voice deep and smooth.

"I didn't order this one though," he said, probably referring to the cheesecake. I turned again to face him and saw him pointing at the plate with the cheesecake shining on the small ray of light, confirming my assumption.

"That's on the house," I said, trying to make a sweet smile with my lips trembling in arousal before fully turning on my heels to strut away, walking past the counter to put the tray back, and slipping to the restroom.

I looked behind me and saw him reading the note that I scribbled on with his eyes half-closed, showing off a wonderful view of his long, thick eyelashes. The spectacular Adonis-like view caused my inhibition was then changed with excitement the moment I witnessed his gaze widened in surprise but then suddenly changing into a sharp, heated gaze like a predator finally finding a delicious prey after a long search. From the scrawled paper, his gaze shifted over to my direction. I gulped, knowing that I had awakened the beast and I'm going to be ravaged until my legs give up, and it turns me on.

But there's no turning back now.

I stretched my cheeks to create a wide, haughty smile and bit my lower lip. I twisted my body a little more and raised my arm to the length of my chest, sticking out my index finger, and motioned to him come hither. Inviting him, seducing him. The moment his heated gaze grew more intense with burning desire, I turned around, went inside the restroom, and leaning behind the wall, waiting for him.

Trying to contain my excitement, I loosened a few of my blouse's buttons until it revealed my sharp clavicle and cleavage, I ran my fingers on my skin sensually, running them down to the mounds of my chest and curves of my waist until they reached the peak of my heat. I let out a gasp and closed my eyes, planning to feel myself more when out from nowhere, a hand suddenly touched my stomach and pulled me to someone's hard chest, stopping me from what I was doing.

"What do you think you are doing?" I shuddered as soon as I heard the words rolling out his tongue, my body getting into heat as my arousal grows. I held his buff forearms as he started wandering his warm, large palms on every inch of my body. Oh... I can't wait for it. I can't wait for him to ravage me 'til I'm weak. 

"But I didn't think that you'd go for it," I retorted, letting out a small moan when he put a hand inside my blouse and fondled my breast, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipple that had been hard since he arrived.

He growled. "Woman—"

"Is it my fault for being too attractive that you can't control yourself?" I asked, cutting him off midway. I raised my head to look at his attractive face while batting my eyes playfully, pressing myself against his hard body and shaking my bum against his hardening bulge. He glared at me in return while my smile grew wider. We spent a moment looking intensely at each and he suddenly removed his arms off my breast, grabbed me by the arm then dragged me to the nearest cubicle.

After locking the latch, he pinned me against the panel and leaned his face close that our noses were almost touching. I took the initiative to put a forearm on his broad shoulder and rest it there, my hand reaching for his nape so I could play on the tress of his hair with my thumb while caressing his skin. My other hand pressed on his chest, and I slowly run it down his sculpted body underneath his top until I reached his bulge. It was already hard. I bet it's already painful down there. With no inhibitions involved, I grabbed it, massaging it in my slender fingers.

"For Pete's sake, Michal!" he groaned and held my wrist to stop me. "Listen, I have a test in two hours, and I wasn't able to study last night," he whispered, his teeth gritting and jaw tightening. I love it when he does that.

"So, no time for foreplay? Just a plain quickie? Bummer," I whined, upset and pouting.

"All thanks to you." He leaned his face closer and kisses my pouting lips then drooped his head to plant small kisses on my neck, much to my delight. Of course, I wouldn't let him sleep without making him pound me hard and good, treating me like a slut.

"And as always, you're welcome," I replied with a small giggle, and I slid the same hand in his sweatpants and enveloped my hand around his stone-hard length, starting to stroke it up and down.

I heard his jaw grit tighter, and he let out a deep breath while he let me pleasure him. He reached a hand to the hem of my skirt and effortlessly pushed it up to my waist, messing my uniform but I cared less. I let out another moan when I felt his thick fingers press and massage my heat beneath my wet panties, sending tingling sensations to my entire body. I want him in me now, even if he just fucks me with his fingers. "You're already wet, you damned vixen," he declared.

I leaned my face enough for my lips to reach his ear and whispered sultrily, "Always for you, baby." Then I nibbled his ear, tightening my grip around him and pumping my hands faster.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath then commanded. "Turn around, let's get this done."

"Are we really getting off this quick?" I asked with a disappointed tone but still obliged to his command, turning around, putting my hands against the panel to arch my back and give him a good view of myself.

"Don't worry, I'll reward you handsomely after this damned test," he said while pulling out his hard thing from his bottoms with a heinous smirk on his face, looking at me like he was challenging me to get ready.

"Mhmm, I'd love that." Just as I said those words, he held me by the hip, and I felt his hard thing run inside my wet flesh. "Oh! Bruce!" I screamed his name out loud. At the same time, the sound of the door creaking open echoed with the sound of heels clanking.

"Fuck!" Bruce swore and covered my mouth. "Keep your voice down."

Of course, being his obedient girl I am, I nodded and opened my mouth, licking through his thick fingers to which he gripped my cheekbones tightly. The sound of the heels clanking continued until another creak was heard. It wasn't from the cubicle's door, it sounded rather closer and similar to the restroom's door. It must be Quency checking out the restroom since it was quite close to the station, and I probably moaned too loud that she heard me.

"Ooh!" I whimpered when I felt a recognizable force hit in and pull out of my wet core. I looked behind me and saw Bruce thrusting his hips in a sensual manner, his face hot and red while biting his lower lip and eyes holding vivid desire.

I felt him relax as he arched his back, bent his torso forward until his chest lightly pressed on my back. I let out a gasp when he began pumping in and out inside me at a faster pace and sensed his nose resting on the crook of my neck and his soft lips smooching on my back's skin with his one hand squeezing my boob once again while the other remained on my hips, his fingers lightly brushing on my bare bum.

I clenched my fingers uncontrollably that my nails were beginning to scrape against the plastic panel. Fuck, I could feel him pulsating inside my womb. The sound of our skin slapping lewdly, and his deep, throaty groans just turned me on more that I can't help myself but contract against his length tightly like how a boa gets its prey.

"Fuck it... stop squeezing me, Michal," he said with a moan, starting to add more power into his thrusts, and I bit on his fingers hard as a response to the inexplicable pleasure his body sending to mine. As the heat indulged the fire of our burning desire, we continued to exchange ardent sensations in the form of gasps and moans, grinding our hips against each other, getting at the peak in the heights of our passion until we both came.

I looked behind to look at him and watched him as he pulled himself out but even though he came, he was still hard. "Now, clean it up," he commanded firmly, and I did as was told. I sat on the lid of the toilet seat, the crease of my ass still dripping with our combined essence. I gripped on his hard, pulsating length and sucked it inside my mouth.

"Yeah... that's it..." he said, groaning and gripping on my tresses to the back of my head to guide me while I bob my head back and forth, my eyes all over him.

Oh, would you look at that. What a nice expression he has right now. All sweaty, warm and red especially his cheeks, eyes squinting, and lower lip bit hard that it was closed to bleeding. Just looking at his face that bore a gratifying expression that only I am never getting tired of looking at. The face of the guy I love so much. If I hadn't met him that night, my life would have been boring to death and I would have been a goner.