I give my boss a bright smile, “You know me, I’m doin’ great. No problems here.”
He grunts, “Yeah I do know you, and if you weren’t okay you still wouldn’t tell me. I’m scared that one day I’m going to look out there,” he points his massive flipper to the diner behind me, “and find you passed out, sleeping on my damn floor.”
“Now, Mac, I barely get any sleep in my own bed, there’s no way your floor is gonna cut it for me,” I tease.
He grunts again and shakes his head. I take that as my cue and walk away to deliver the waiting couple their meals. I know Mac is worried about me, with how much I’ve been workin’. But he needs the help, and I need the money. So it’s a win-win situation for us both. Even though this is definitely not my dream job, I am lucky to have it, and to have met Mac. The big, rough-looking man with dark hair, brown eyes and a bunch of tattoos, is nothing more than a giant teddy bear. I’m grateful for everything he has done for me.
After I deliver the couple their meals, I walk to a few other tables and refill their drinks. Out of the corner of my eye I see two people walk in and take a seat at the back.
My heart skips a beat and awareness strikes deep inside of me. The room suddenly feels smaller and the air becomes hotter. I already know who it is before I look over… Sawyer.
Damn! Why does the arrogant, sexy son of a gun have to come in here and eat all the time? Why can’t he go somewhere else? Feelin’ frustrated at myself for caring, I pull it together, and try not to look directly at him; otherwise I will only make a fool out of myself for the deep blush that will take over my face. As I make my way over to their table I look only at Cade. Not that he isn’t sexy too, because boy is he ever, but he’s also darn scary. He also doesn’t make my heart pound, like it wants to fly out of my chest, the way Sawyer does.
“Hi y’all,” I greet quietly, as I reach for my pad of paper. Not that I need it, but it will help distract me from making goo-goo eyes at Mr. Sexy Ass.
“Hi, Grace,” Cade replies, with his usual small nod.
“Well hiya there, Grace. Fancy seeing you here again, I didn’t know you worked today.”
A slight shiver runs through me at the deep, smooth baritone of Sawyer’s voice.
Get a hold of yourself, Grace.
I roll my eyes, attempting to hide how much he affects me. “Sawyer, I work pretty much every day, which you know, since you’re in here every day.”
“I don’t come in here every day.”
I scoff and drag my gaze up from the floor to his face. I immediately regret it when I connect with the sexiest pair of green eyes I have ever seen.
Crap! I feel heat creep up my neck, and turn my face to the color of a tomato. It’s exactly what Sawyer wanted to happen, if his sexy smirk is anything to go by.
I narrow my eyes at him, “Yes, you do.”
His smirk turns into a beautiful, full-on arrogant smile; a smile that girls drop their panties for in a heartbeat. “Nope, just on the days you’re working, Cupcake.”
I glare harder when he uses the nickname he gave me a few weeks ago at Jaxson and Julia’s wedding. After watching the new bride and groom lovingly feed each other one of the beautiful cupcakes I had made for their weddin’, Sawyer had yelled out, “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! You’re supposed to do it like this.” He grabbed a cupcake, coated my nose and mouth with the pink frosting, and then proceeded to try to lick it off. Of course I escaped before he could. Lord only knows what would have happened if I let him get those sexy lips anywhere near mine. I probably would have embarrassingly mauled the man in front of everyone. As soon as the traitorous thought snaps into my head, my eyes latch onto those perfect lips.
Gah! Snap out of it, Grace.
I pry my gaze away and look over at Cade. “What can I get you, Cade?” Sawyer chuckles from my apparent dismissal.
Cade’s lips twitch, something that is very rare to see, “I’ll get the special with mashed potatoes, instead of baked. And a coke.”
I nod then flick my gaze back to Sawyer, without looking directly at him. “You?” I ask, annoyed.
I hear the smile in his voice when he answers, “I’ll get the usual. And, of course, throw in a slice of whatever delicious pie you baked for me today.” I roll my eyes again at his arrogant assumption and walk away.
Though, the sad truth is, every morning I do think about him for whatever pie I’m makin’ for the day. Because I know he will be eating it. I’ve always been curious what his favorite one is, but, of course, I would never ask.
Hanging the slip up for Mac, I grab two cups and start filling their drinks. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sawyer get up, and even though I try really hard not to, I find myself watching him as he walks towards the washroom. Damn, the man is one fine piece of ass. It should be illegal to be that good lookin’. Today his messy blonde hair is covered with a black Hurley cap, the longer strands brushing his ears and sides of his face. He’s wearing a black Bench T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and lean muscles. Loose, faded jeans, that sport a few holes on them; they hang low enough on his lean hips that you can spot the edge of his boxer briefs… well I’m assuming boxer briefs, they look like boxer briefs. Oh boy would I like to find out for sure.
Wait… no I don’t.
I suddenly snap out of my perverted thoughts when I realize all that hotness has changed directions from the bathroom and is heading towards me. Uh oh! I look all the way up, until my head is craned back and see the biggest, arrogant smile plastered on his sexy face. “See something you like, Cupcake?” he asks in a smoldering voice, while leanin’ on the counter towards me.
I feel myself turn beet red again. Well now that’s embarrassin’, this is why I try not to ever look directly at him. Rather than answer his stupid question and lie to him, I hand him both his and Cade’s drinks. “Here ya go. You can take these back to your table. Thanks for comin’ to grab them.” He snickers as I quickly walk into the kitchen, pretending to grab something. And even his stupid chuckle is sexy!
“What is with her? Why do you think she avoids me like the plague?” I ask Cade seriously, as we drive over to Jaxson and Julia’s. I’m feeling frustrated, like always, after leaving the diner. That woman tangles me up and I fucking hate it.
He shrugs, “Maybe she’s just not into you. You know that’s possible, right?”
“No it’s not that,” I dismiss his assumption right away. Not that I’m arrogant, well… okay, yeah I am. But I know that isn’t why she avoids me, because I catch her looking at me a lot. Jesus, the way those beautiful, warm amber eyes eat me up like I’m one of those fucking delicious pies she makes, Christ, it makes me want to bend her over, hike up that waitress dress and fuck her until we’re both dying for air.
“Maybe it’s because you’re always fucking with her. She gets good and pissed about it.”
I chuckle, “I know, but she’s so fun to rile up.” And it’s true, she is. Besides, I like seeing her all ruffled; it’s better than seeing those beautiful eyes of hers filled with sadness, which I see more often than not.
The conversation ends when we pull up to Jaxson and Julia’s. Now I get to ruffle someone else’s feathers, I smile to myself as I climb out of the truck. Ah I live for the days to piss Jaxson off. Cade knocks first. After waiting too long for an answer, I knock again, louder. I know they’re home but knowing Jaxson, he probably has his new wife in bed.
The door flies open to a shirtless, scowling Jaxson. Yup, I was right. “Do you always have to come at the worst fucking time?”
I smile brightly, “Hello to you too, dickhead. It seems every time is a bad time since you never keep your dick in your pants anymore.” He glares harder as I walk past him.
Julia peeks her head over from the kitchen as I make my way in. Her hair is all rumpled, like she was just about to be fucked good. Of course though, she’s much more polite than her husband.
“Oh hey guys, come on in. How are you?” she smiles sweetly. “Hey, Julia,” Cade replies, walking past.
Of course, my greeting is a little more hands-on. “Well hi, beautiful.” I wrap my arms around her from behind, resting my hands on her slight tummy, and give her a kiss on the cheek. “I have to tell you, Julia, you’re starting to make me have a thing for pregnant women. Who knew they could be so fucking hot?”
Which isn’t a total lie. She does look even more fucking beautiful; her body is still lean and tight, but she now has a little round belly that somehow makes her look even prettier.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she giggles and elbows me playfully in the ribs.
Suddenly I get jerked back by rough hands. “Get the fuck off my wife, asshole, and keep your goddamn hands to yourself.”
I chuckle as I walk over to take a seat at the kitchen table.
“Oh, Jax, lighten up, he’s just teasing,” Julia says, trying to calm down her possessive husband.
“Yeah, Jax, lighten up!”
Jaxson’s scowl deepens, and I’m pretty sure he’s ready to kick my ass. Really, I only used to rile him up about Julia because he was always being such a fucking idiot when it came to claiming her. Even though he finally married her, I still find myself not being able to stop; he’s just so damn fun to make mad. I’m glad the guy finally pulled his head out of his ass, but I’ll never understand how he can be so fucking possessive. I have yet to feel that way about anyone, especially since I have never actually dated a chick. I prefer to fuck and move on; I enjoy playing the field too much.