Page 43 of Broken Daddy

This was her chance.

Aaron was distracted and Sondra and Hayes’ drinks were sitting right there. She hid behind the coffee machine and grabbing the salt, opened up the lid of one coffee, pouring the salt in.

Grabbing a spoon, she mixed it and put the lid back on.

“What are you doing?”

Devi jumped as Aaron spoke from behind her. She turned. “What?” Had he just seen what she’d done? Was she going to lose her job?

Of course you’re going to lose your job as soon as Hayes takes a sip of his coffee. He’ll complain and then Aaron will know what you did.

He glared at her. “Watch the way you speak to me. Why haven’t you taken those drinks over?”

“I think you need to remake the americano,” she said.

What had she done?

“Why?”

“It feels cold.”

He narrowed his gaze as his face grew red and blotchy. “It’s not cold. Don’t be ridiculous. Deliver them and then clean the toilets.”

Great. Her favorite job.

Well, on the bright side at least she wouldn’t have to clean the toilets since she was about to get fired.

Devi hurried toward the table where Sondra and Hayes sat. She could feel eyes on her but didn’t look up. No way was she looking at Hayes.

She set the coffee down, then spun around and rushed back toward the counter, crashing into a table on her way.

Ouch!

Her thigh throbbed and she knew that was going to be another bruise.

Why couldn’t she go one day without embarrassing herself? It was ridiculous.

What was worse was that the table she’d crashed into was occupied and two cups of coffee rattled, nearly spilling.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said to the two people sitting at the table, unable to look up at them in case they were glaring at her.

What was wrong with her?

“No problem, Devi,” Mrs. Dearsley said.

Right. Good. At least it was someone friendly. She attempted to smile at her, but knew she had failed miserably.

“Devi, are you all right?” Sondra asked.

She stiffened. She didn’t want to turn and look at them. That meant she risked seeing Hayes.

And if he looked amused or disgusted then she thought she just might cry.

“I’m good, thank you,” she called out. She didn’t look back, and instead headed to the counter.

Aaron huffed out a sigh at her, shaking his head. But right now she didn’t care. There was no way he could make her feel worse than she already did.

Devi couldn’t believe she’d done something so stupid. Why would she risk her job for a bit of petty revenge? What if Hayes got really angry? Sure, he seemed like a guy who had tight control over himself, but who knew whether he would just . . . snap?