I stood there already for 3 hours. Always smiling. Always being friendly no matter what a bastard stands infront of you yellin at you because his coffee is too hot. I kinda hated my job. Silly cofeeshopjob. I just wanted to go to bed again but I just had to do something before i would sink into boredom. My life was okay. Not bad. But so boring. Averagely. I just wanted some excitement. But I didnt know where to get it. So i was standing there staring at the cookies till a new guest went in. I knew this guy. His name was Dave. I knew his name because I had to write it on his black coffee cup every motherfuckin day. He was wearing a plaid shirt and a ripped jeans, his hair-a mess but a pretty mess. He grinned at me like every day and his cold blue eyes fixed me. I was always feeling uncomfortable. He was very hot and stuff but he scared me in a way I cant actually describe. "black coffee I guess?" I croaked. He let out a little laugh. Why the fuck is he laughing.. "you guessed it" he grinned.He made me nervous. I hesitated for a moment, sinking into his beautiful eyes. He replied the look I gave him. We stood there about a minute holding eye contact. A old women couched conspicuous. I turned around hectic and started making his coffee. I turned back to him, he was leaning over the counter. "like always" I said, nearly whispering. I soldified when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. Hard, but in a great way. "I wanted to give you this today" he whispered, his voice was roughly and deep. Kinda sexy. He handed me a little pleated paper. "i want to see you reading this. I will sit right there" he said and pointes to the seat he would take. I swallowed. "alright" I croaked. After I served the women her cake and latte macciato I found a quiet minute to read the little letter.
hot coffeeshopgirl. I dont wanna talk around it. I want you.
I stopped for a minute and looked to his seat. He was absoulutely staring at me. It seemed like he didnt even blinked. I swallowed nervously.
You are bored. I can see it. You need passion you need excitement. Let me give it to you babygirl.
I want to feel your warm naked body. I wanna kiss and lick every fucking micrometer of your body. I wanna hear your moans. Damn I wanna give it to you. Make you scream. i am what you need. Let ME give YOU what YOU NEED.
I can see your bra through your coffeeshopblouse. But I wann touch you boobs without your bra. I want you to come to work without a bra tomorrow. Dont disappoint me babygirl.
I was frozen. That was a really direct letter. I threw a look at him. He was grinning. He bit his lip before he took another sip of his coffee. I crumpled the letter and put it into my bag. He stood up. A shiver rolled down my back when he made his way to the counter. "I hope you will do it." he breathed. I shook my head. He pulled up his eyebrow. I saw that he pressed his teeth together, his strong jawline was shaking. "I will convince you believe me" he said. Before I could replay anything he turned around and walked outside the shop. What.The.Fuck.Was.That. I was shoked. Who would ever expect something like this. He excited me. But I hated his ego. He seemed arrogant. And he thought he could get me with a dirty letter like this? No way. I didnt even thought about loosing my virginity to a fuckboy. No.Way.