studio. It’s a reminder that sometimes your worst moments can lead to opportunities you never expected. And that starting over can lead you to something even better.
“Yeah, they’re dry and ready to be picked up,” I tell him as the shop door jingles and Warren’s tall, sexy frame appears in the doorway. I grin, a reaction I can never stop when he’s near. Then I rush over as quickly as a woman growing a baby that is surely now the size of an entire birthday cake can.
“I thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. “And ask why I just found Duke walking around the house in a tweed vest.”
“Oh, that! That’s vintage Yves Saint Laurent!” I gush in excitement, remembering I set aside a half-finished matching baby jacket when my last client arrived. I rush over to my workstation and hold the tiny jacket up. “Duke is very excited about the baby and was feeling like they should all have a set of matchers.”
“Matchers?” Warren raises a brow in question, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Coordinating pieces. See, there’s a bow tie for Gary.” I dangle the tiny tie from my fingertips.
“Of course.” He nods, just as the baby gives me a swift kick.
“Oh,” I gasp, placing my hand on the spot.
Warren grins and slides his hand beneath mine. “Is she kicking again?”
Oh. That.
“Okay, don’t be upset,” I warn, doing my best to look contrite. “I know we agreed to wait, but I found out we’re having a boy.”
“When?” Warren frowns in confusion. “I’ve gone with you to every doctor’s appointment. When would you have—wait,” he interrupts himself with a laugh. “Did the pet psychic tell you that?”
“No! Don’t be ridiculous.” I shake my head, because we made an agreement I was going to lay off taking advice from the pet psychic after an unfortunate incident in which Gary declined to wear a tiny baseball cap that she swore he wanted. “I found the most amazing tarot card reader…”
Paging Dr Miller…
I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check.
Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor. Shoot. Me.
But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?
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Wrong (Wrong Series #1)
"Sophie, your favorite customer is here." Everly snaps a towel on my ass and grins at me.
"Everly, shut up! He'll hear you."
Fuck, I'm already blushing. Luke. He comes into the coffee shop every Tuesday morning. It's the highlight of my morning shift at Grind Me, a coffee shop just off campus. I work around my classes at the University of Pennsylvania. The Grind Me location I work at caters mainly to professionals and students living in off-campus apartments.
Luke definitely falls into the professional category. I'm not sure what he does, but he strolls into Grind Me in very expensive-looking suits and sharp ties. Nothing like the college boys in athletic pants and graphic-print tee shirts. He must be ten, fifteen years older than me. It doesn't matter. He's beautiful and I have a bit of a thing for him, which is bad because I have a boyfriend. An age-appropriate boyfriend. But it's just a harmless crush, right?
But Luke… he makes my panties wet just ordering coffee. He's tall, over six feet by my estimate. Thick dark hair, brown eyes and eyelashes any girl would kill for. He's wearing a dark gray suit today with a plum-colored tie. Fucking swoon.
His hands, I'm a little obsessed with them. Long fingers ending in short, impeccably clean nails. They just look… capable. I have a lot of fantasies involving his hands and my body. He's gotta know what he's doing with those hands. I bet he could get me off in minutes—those perfect fingers would know just where to curve while his thumb pressed down on my clit. He could probably make me come one-handed while he finished a phone call on his cell with the other.
I have a lot of fantasies about Luke based on nothing more than pouring