Page 11 of The Devil

Why is he getting coffee again? Surely, he tasted how bad it was yesterday.

He doesn’t add any cream or sugar, and when he comes back to the counter, I’m filled with the kind of nervousness you feel around someone you’re crushing on.

The last time I felt a similar emotion was when Jeremy kissed me.

I’m completely overwhelmed by how good-looking this man is, and when he sets the cup down on the counter, my eyes zoom in on his hands. Veins snake beneath his tanned skin, and I get aglimpse of ink under the cuffs of his jacket and shirt. I also notice the wristwatch he’s wearing is a Rolex.

I wonder what kind of tattoo he has.

“Jenna,” he murmurs.

Hearing my name, my gaze snaps up to his face, and an unexpected wave of tingles rushes over every inch of my body.

He tilts his head slightly, his brown eyes boring into mine with so much intensity, it makes my mouth go dry.

“Do you work here every night?”

I hate interacting with people, but with him it’s different. I’m fascinated by his accent and wish I had the guts to ask him where he’s from.

Jerkily, I nod, my tongue darting out to wet my dry lips.

His eyes flick down to my mouth. When it looks like tiny golden flames ignite in his brown irises, my breathing speeds up.

Wow.

Slowly, my attention moves to the scruff on his jaw before my gaze settles on his full lips.

The image of him leaning down to give me a soft, sweet kiss flits through my mind, and it feels like I’m a second away from spontaneously combusting as I blush my butt off.

The sound of another car pulling into the gas station rips me out of my thoughts, and out of habit, I glance through the windows to see Muriel climbing out of her sedan.

Shoot.

I quickly ring up the coffee and gesture at the screen by the register before keying the amount into the card machine. The man taps the same black credit card, and just like yesterday, he takes the receipt when I offer it to him.

Muriel rushes into the store, then her eyes land on the man. Her right eyebrow pops up, and her lips part as she blatantly checks him out from head to toe.

“Have a good night, Jenna,” the man says.

Shyly, I dare a quick glance at his face while I nod, a slight smile wavering around my mouth.

When he walks out of the store, I grab Muriel’s pack of cigarettes and place it down on the counter.

As she takes it and sets down the correct amount of cash, she asks, “Who’s the hot man?”

I shrug and shake my head.

“You don’t know?” she shoots another question my way.

I shake my head and focus on opening the register so I can place the cash inside the drawer.

“I’d give my left tit for a one-night stand with him,” she mumbles as she leaves the store, her eyes fixed on the man as he’s climbing into his SUV.

Just like yesterday, he doesn’t drive off immediately, but I can’t see what he’s doing because the windows are tinted black.

Even after Muriel is gone, the SUV still doesn’t move, and I wonder if he’s drinking the coffee.

Curious, I Google the brand of his wristwatch, and my eyebrows fly up when I see how much one costs.