How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,77
ticket off the cup and smiled.
“Nicolette?” she called out.
A woman came forward with a leather bag hanging off her wrist and sunglasses pushed back on her puffy hair.
“Sorry about that,” Emily said. “The new guy can’t read.”
“That receipt said Clit,” I said.
“Will you stop saying the word clit?” Emily growled at me.
“Enjoy your… whatever it is… Nicolette,” I said.
“Thank you,” Nicolette said.
“What was that about?” Emily asked.
“Show me the receipt,” I said.
She slapped it to counter.
“Right there,” I said. “That says Clit.”
“It says Colette…”
I squinted my eyes. “Your handwriting sucks, babe.”
“I hate you right now,” she said.
Emily balled up the receipt and threw it at me.
I caught it and opened it back up.
Maybe it said Colette…
But I obviously had the word clit on my mind.
Emily looked at me. “Go in the back and see if Ember needs help.”
I held up the uncrumpled receipt and smiled.
Emily’s cheeks turned red.
I put the receipt on the counter and ventured into the back.
When Ember saw me, she laughed.
“That explains it,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought I heard someone yelling clit.”
“That was me,” I said. “Em’s handwriting is messy.”
“No shit,” Ember said. “And… Em?”
“Oh, sorry. Emily.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cute. She putting you to work?”
“I think I’m all but fired,” I said. “She told me to see if you need any help.”
“Last thing I need is for you to touch some squishy dough and turn it into some kind of porn,” Ember said with a wink.
“Wow, that was vicious,” I said.
“I’m just being real. I take pride in my baked goods.”
“And I take pride in my porn,” I said.
“Well played,” she said. She nodded. “Behind you there’s a stack of boxes you can build. I think it’s self-explanatory.”
Before I could get the first box together, Emily popped her head into the back and pointed at me.
“I’m building boxes,” I said.
“Don’t turn it into something perverted,” she said.
“Only when I’m near you do I want to be a pervert, babe,” I called out.
Ember laughed.
Emily blushed again. “I hate you, Liam.”
“I don’t have any alcohol here,” Emily said as she handed me a cup.
“What is this? Apple juice?”
“Pretend it’s whiskey.”
“Right,” I said.
“Thanks for being here today,” she said.
“I didn’t come by here to work,” I said. “But I’m glad I could help.”
“I wouldn’t call it help,” she said.
I pushed from the wall and walked my apple juice cup to the stainless-steel counter and put it down.
As I started to look around, Emily said, “Tell you what, Liam. One of these days when you need a hand, I’ll work in your office. And when you hand me some legal stuff, I’ll draw dicks all over it.”
“You wrote the word clit.”
“It was Colette.”
“Why didn’t you just write Nicolette?”
“I have a system.”
“Your system sucks, babe.”
“You can’t read, Liam,” she said.
“Or maybe… I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I moved closer to her. “Yeah. Looking at you behind the counter. Taking orders. Running a business. I mean, look at this place. It’s an instant fantasy, right?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Emily said. “We’re not that close yet.”
“So, what? You have to get to the third date before you bring a guy back here to fuck him?”
“Fourth date,” Emily said.
“What about two decades of waiting?” I whispered.
“Yeah… that might… work…”
I touched Emily’s hand and moved her cup to the counter too.
My hands touched the front of her pants.
I opened them and slid my hands along her waist, slowly pushing both her pants and panties down…
“You didn’t ask about cameras, Liam,” Emily whispered.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you?”
“I can’t figure out if I actually like you or hate you.”
“You can hate me but I know you like my cock,” I said.
Emily bit her lip.
She wasn’t used to someone talking to her like that.
I didn’t care one bit.
Emily hurried to step out of her shoes.
I eased her pants and panties down to her knees and ran my fingertips up her legs.
She wiggled her way out of the lower half of her clothing.
“Tell me something, babe… first time?”
“I’m not answering that,” she said. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”
My hands moved around to her ass and I picked her up.
When I sat her down, she let out a little cry.
“Cold,” she whispered and smiled.
“Then let’s warm you up,” I said.
She opened her legs and I looked down at her.
Naked from the waist down - except her socks were still on.
I smiled.
“What’s so funny, Liam?”
“Nothing, babe,” I said. “Nothing.”
I moved my eyes to hers then I moved my lips to hers.