“Let me get those,” a deep voice cuts in. A hand reaches forward, giving a note to the woman behind the counter. “Keep the change.” She blushes as she takes it. If I didn’t recognize the voice, then the Rolex watch on his wrist would give it away. I turn around and stare straight into the dark, glinting eyes of Tanner as he removes his sunglasses.
“We can buy our own coffee, you know,” I say. It comes out harder than I intended it to, but Tanner doesn’t flinch.
“Or you could just say thank you,” he says, studying my face with a smirk. God, I want to slap it off his face. I bet he thinks I’m happy to see him. The fact I haven’t called or text him since that night together should tell him I’m not.
“Thank you.” Megan smiles, looking up at him. I scowl at her quickly. Traitor.
“You’re very welcome, Megan.” He grins at her before turning his gaze back to mine, one eyebrow raised as though he finds something amusing. I will the woman behind the counter to hurry with our drinks so we can get out of here.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I’m fairly sure there are no fancy, smug apartment complexes around here like the one you must live in.”
Despite being used to my bluntness, I see Megan glance between us warily.
“Early business meeting,” he says smoothly, unaffected by my tone. I look down and swallow hard as I take in his charcoal grey suit, white shirt, and deep red tie.
He wears it well, very well.
“Well, got to be going,” he says as he runs his hand through his dark, wavy hair. Hair that I held in my fists as he fucked me with his tongue just days ago. I shake the thought from my head as I frown at him. His eyes flash darkly, “You going to thank me for your coffee, Snow?” He rolls the last word off of his lips purposefully so that I look at them, once again reminded of just how skilled his mouth is.
“No,” I say childishly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Too bad,” he says as he plucks my takeaway cup off the counter and takes a sip. “Mmm, caramel latte. Not had one of these in a while.” He winks at me as he walks off with it in his hand.
“Nice to see you again, Megan. Oh, and happy key day!” he calls over his shoulder as he walks off.
“Rach, did he just…?”
“Yes,” I reply, “he just signed his own death wish.”
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