Page 59 of Ice Me Out

Her giggle is music to my ears.

“Jamie Hart,” the barista, a girl who looks vaguely familiar, smiles. “What can I get you this morning?”

She’s clearly flirting with me. It dawns on me that we hooked up at a party a while back.

I pull Bex closer to me and tell her my order. I begin by asking for the bagel, then add our drinks. “A large black coffee for my girlfriend Bex, and a large mocha cookie crumble cappuccino with extra whipped cream, please.”

“Are you eating in or taking out?” the barista asks.

“We’re eating in, but could you please put the drink in to go cups? So we can take them with us once we’re done eating.”

Despite the cafe being crowded, we’re lucky to find a table for two smack in the middle of the room.

I move the chair for Bex, and then take her hand back into mine the second she’s settled in her chair.

“I think that barista was flirting with you.” She observes.

I ignore her words and bring her knuckles to my lips. I’ve wanted to do that since we got out of the car. Actually, scratch that. I wanted to take her hand and kiss it while I was driving.

“Jamie?” Bex whispers. “Everyone is looking at us.”

I scoot closer to her, dragging the chair until our knees touch under the table. “That’s the whole point, right?”

She never gets a chance to answer my question, because our order is served by the same barista who took it a few minutes ago.

Usually, I’d be all over the girl’s flirting.

Today, I thank her politely, but my attention is elsewhere. Specifically on the gorgeous creature whose hand I’m gonna have to let go of if we’re to eat our breakfast.

When I take a sip of my drink, her eyes are on me. “What?” I ask, when her lips curl up in an amused smile.

“Nothing.” She mouths, hiding her giggle behind her hand.

“No, it’s something.” I smile. “Come on, what’s so funny?”

Her smile widens. “I don’t know, it’s just—you said you didn’t peg me for a black coffee kind of person. I’m just as surprised by your coffee order.”

Ok. This should be interesting. “Why is that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She says with another shrug, her smile still firmly in place. “I guess it’s a little bit of a girly order?”

I laugh. “Why? Only girls can order a drink with whipped cream and crumbled cookies?”

She thinks about it for a few seconds. “I guess not. But also, that thing must have a million calories.”

“Probably.” I agree. “I’m not too worried about the calories. It’s a treat, not something I drink every morning. In which case, Coach would probably have something to say about it. But it’s delicious, you should try it.”

She shakes her head. “No, thank you. Probably a sip of that would take an hour on the treadmill to burn.”

I roll my eyes, chuckling at her exaggeration. “Live a little, Bex. One sip won’t ruin your perfect figure.”

It’s clear she’s tempted by the way she looks at the tall glass mug in front of me. “Maybe just one tiny sip.”

“Come on,” I tempt her. “You know you want to.”

A little moan escapes her lips when she takes a sip.

We’re in the middle of a crowded cafe, but I thank my lucky stars that we’re sitting down. Because that little moan goes straight to my cock. “That good, huh?” I chuckle. “Have another sip, I promise it won’t kill you.”