The Bond

Chapter One

"You gonna order something or are you gonna stand there?" The middle aged man snapped.

The man behind me chuckled and adjusted his sunglasses. My eyes narrowed at the cashier how had just scowled me.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands and pulled him closer to my face. "Listen buddy, you're not going to piss me off. I have a high paying job, I own a well-established company. And I could kick your ass in a fight. Even if I am a woman. I've seen things to torture your soul, and I would go to hell and become friends with the devil before I let your petty ass talk to me like that. So I suggest you get me my coffee, and keep your stupid mouth shut. Understand me?" I asked.

The man quickly nodded his head and I let go of his collar, lightly patting his shoulder and nodding my head. "Good, I'll be over there," I motioned to the corner recliner chair by a coffee table with books on it. "And it would bring me great pleasure if you would deliver the coffee to me."

The cashier still looked pretty shocked about the whole thing, "Yes Ma'am. Right away."

I nodded my head slightly and turned my back to him. The man in the sunglasses looked at me with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"Thank you for waiting, Sir. You just can't get good service these days." I joked.

The man chuckled and held out his hand, "You're a fiesty girl, I like you. I'm...um...I'm Nick."

I took his large hand in mine and shook it, "Nice to meet you, Nick. I'm Sandra Johnson." He nodded and let my hand go. My chest tightened slightly as he let my hand fall from his.

I nodded my head slightly and turned and walked away from him. I didn't look back at him to see if he was following, but I could feel him watching me. So, I swung my hips a little when I walked, showing off my enormous ass.

I sat down in the recliner and laid back in it. Comfortable, just like I remembered, I wondered if my drawing was still up in the hall. Probably won't be after that idiot up front narks to his manager. Still, I regret nothing. I let my eyes slide shut as I breathed in the scent of coffee.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone walking up to me, it was my coffee. But a waiter wasn't delivering it, instead, it was Nick. He had wore a sly smirk on his face as he neared me. His sunglasses were off and his eyes sparkled in the morning sun. Along with his blonde hair, he looked like an angel.

He handed me the cup of coffee and sat in the chair closest to me. Sipping on his own coffee and staring at me as I narrowed my eyes at him. "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that."

"Eh, I thought what the hell. Maybe I could try being nice for a day." He said, smirking. Which I will admit, was a sexy smirk on him.

I stared at him, sticking my chest out slightly. His eyes shot directly down to them. He quickly shut his eyes and turned his head away. Gentleman, I see. Cute.

"So when do we give each other terrible compliments and laugh at each other for hours. And then exchange phone numbers. And eventually call each other for no reason?" I asked, looking him in the eyes.

"I'll start with the terrible compliments. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He asked, smirking at his own joke.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer myself when I see him." I said.

"Believe me, you've already met him."