Page 4 of Broken Daddy

Don’t read anything into it.

She wouldn’t. But that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t feature in her fantasies the next time she pulled out her vibrator.

Hmm. She hadn’t used it in a while. She didn’t have a lot of privacy in the double-wide trailer she shared with her dad. Although he was a heavy sleeper.

Probably due to all the whiskey he drank.

Mr. Tragic Eyes knocked on the counter and she jumped, gaping at him.

“You okay?” he asked, his gaze narrowing.

Oops. He’d already asked her that and she hadn’t replied yet. She was going to pretend that look he was giving her was one of concern and not annoyance.

“I’m good. Are you paying for both of you?” She glanced over at Sondra who was on her phone.

He grunted and nodded.

“That will be seven seventy-five.”

He gave her a twenty-dollar bill.

“Let me get your change.”

“Keep it.” He turned away and headed toward the table where Sondra sat before Devi could protest that he’d given her too much.

Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t need the money. She took their order to the coffee machine where Aaron was.

He turned, giving her a grouchy look. Aaron was always grumpy, but he didn’t wear it as well as Mr. Tragic Eyes. Shoot, she should have asked him his name.

“You need to daydream less and work more,” Aaron snapped. “You’re not being paid to undress the customers.”

Dear Lord.

She could feel her face growing hot. “I wasn’t doing that.”

Aaron shot her a look of disbelief. “Sure, you weren’t. You were panting after him so much it’s a wonder that your tongue wasn’t hanging out and drool dripping from your mouth.”

Oh my God.

Had she been looking at him like that? Horror flooded her.

“And make sure you split that tip. I’m making the coffee, after all. The part that takes some skill.”

Devi imagined telling Aaron that he could take his job and shove it up his ass.

But she couldn’t do that. She needed this job more than he needed her. Although without her he’d probably have no customers since he was a rude asshole.

To be fair, he did make amazing coffees, and he could always hire someone else to work the counter. Although, before her, everyone he’d hired had quit after a few weeks.

Devi just had more staying power than most.

She was also more desperate.

So instead of saying anything that might get her fired, she turned away and served a customer who had just walked in.

One day, she wouldn’t have to work here. Maybe she’d open her own café, right across the road from this one. Really stick it to Aaron.

The ass.