4. Zayne

She pops into my mind out of nowhere and I groan when my body reacts before I even know it. I can't understand why she has this effect on me even though I didn't even get to see her face.

There's one thing to do. I grab the iPad on my desk and start typing on it. 

Famous café with the hot girl. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point but I'm so damn curious about who this woman is and it's killing me.

I slide my finger on the iPad and through the G****e results until one photo appears and the corner of my lips lifts up. There you are.

There's a picture of her in her motorcycle and Keith's words replay in my mind. I haven't even met her yet I can recognize her.

Looking at the iPad's screen, I find myself too immersed in this. Her hair is long and black, bringing out her blue eyes. She looks unique and exotic, perhaps that's why people recognize her easily.

I can't believe I'm admitting a woman is beautiful, gorgeous even, but she is one to praise.

"Keith," I click on his number on my phone and call him. "Get me some coffee."

"Oh." I know he understands what I mean so there's no need for any explanation. "Right away."

Ending the call, I stare at the CCTV outside of the building and wait for the motorcycle to park there. I have to say that she managed to attract all my attention because I'm forgetting about all the stressful work and the anxiety I'm feeling. 

Maybe she'd be of any help to keep me distracted, who knows?

I watch her while she makes her way inside the building, her head turning left and right as if she's lost. She reminds me of myself and how I felt out of place the first time I came here. 

I run my fingers through my hair, brushing off my thoughts and memories with it. And a few minutes later, I hear her knocking on the door. 

"Come in." I say with my best voice before I clear my throat and look back at the iPad as if I have so much work and I'm busy. Well, I do, but there are more important matters now. And it's the woman standing in front of me.

I glance at her and she's just staring at me with surprise. Of course, anyone who sees me in real life is expected to be shocked even. I look better in person, the cameras don't do me justice. 

"You must like what you see." I hear myself say and I mentally roll my eyes at myself. 

She snaps of her trance and steps forward as I look her up and down. "Excuse me, here's your order." She says and places the drinks on my desk. I reach for one and put the straw inside, feeling my dick tingle. Her eyes on me make my skin heat up for some reason and I find myself staring at her while I'm about to taste her coffee.

"Sit down." I don't intend for it to sound this demanding but before I know it, she's sitting down on the chair in front of me. Interesting. "That drink is yours."

I watch her as she frowns and stares at me in confusion. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline." What? Now that's not what I expected. I mean, Zayne Laurier gets you coffee and you refuse? Who the fuck are you?

"As you like." My blood is boiling because no one turns me down, I do. Women are craving to spend one second with me and I went out of my way to get her here and spend time with her only to get this? 

I'm frustrated, but the moment I taste the coffee, I feel all the frustration and stress rush out of my body. The taste is exquisite for some reason, and I can't help but want to drink more. But not with her here.

"Why does this taste like shit?" I love it when she's taken off guard while she looks back at me with a raised eyebrow. Her hands form tight fists and I smile. "You made this?"

"Yes."

I feel the corner of my lip go up. "I was told there's a hot girl who works at that café and who makes impressing coffee but I guess that's not you." So many lies it's hard to even convince myself, but I'd never I've her the impression that I like anything about her.

She's no one special, just a hot body that I want to bend over my desk and fuck. But she makes me want more.

"I'm sorry, but this is the coffee we provide for all our customers. If you have any complaints, feel free to contact our boss or come by to meet him." I hear her say and I scoff. It's bold of her to assume I'd want to go to such a lowly place.

"Why? Do you wish to see me again?" I watch her while she rolls her eyes and stands up, putting her hands on my desk as she leans forward. Her eyes are mesmerizing and so blue that they make you drown in them. 

"I don't expect you to come yourself, because apparently, you can't even make a proper phone call to make an order so you make people do it for you." Her words strike a nerve in me. She doesn't know anything about me, so how can she run her mouth as she likes? 

No one knows me and no one will know what I went through to be where I am today. This woman right in front of me is no exception.

I dart my eyes to her chest and I feel my breath hitch. She's so fucking hot, I can't help but feel myself want to touch her all over and make her moan my name.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

I watch her as she straightens her posture and open her mouth over and over again, flustered. The red that creeps to her cheeks make her hotter and more attractive than she already is. Shit, I want to fuck her so bad. 

"What- who's seducing who?" Her eyes are wide open and I just shrug. "You're wasting my time, I need to go back to work."

"How much is the coffee?" It's not like I'm interested or whatever, but the coffee does taste so fucking good and I can't help but feel like shit for lying to myself. 

"4 dollars." I hear her say and I look for some cash in my drawer. I rarely carry it but I keep it here in case I need it. When I find the one hundred dollar bill, I take it out and throw it at her. There you go, it's more than enough and it should tempt her to spend more time with me. 

"You can keep the change."

She stares at it for a while and I stand up and make my way towards her. I bet she'll want more, people are always greedy and would do anything to have money and power the easy way. 

But all I see is her grabbing it and putting it on my desk before I even have time to react. What the fuck? One moment she's glaring at me and the next one, she's walking to the door.

Before I know it, I hold her hand to stop her from going. "Let go of me." She turns and stares at me with glistening eyes and fuck my heart for racing inside my chest. For some reason, my eyes are glued on hers and I forget to breathe for a second. 

Then I feel her grab my hand and yank it away, leaving me taken off guard. This can't be possible, she should have taken the money and asked for more. "Don't order from our café again, we don't want customers like you."

It's the first time I feel like a piece of shit when I stare at her leave the office, making me stand there for a solid minute without thinking straight. 

I can still feel the warmth of her touch and my heart is still beating so fucking fast I have to take a deep breath to calm myself and my aching cock.

"Shit..." My head is pounding and the annoyance is building up and I can't help but sit back in sigh, one single name on my mind.

Myla Bright.