I Like My Coffee How I Like My Sex

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Savannah sighed as yet another customer came through the door to the small coffee shop she worked at. So much for their usual slow Tuesday afternoon. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it from her round face, as she stood up straight and readied the register.
Her eyes widened as she looked up to see an absolute specimen of a man standing in front of her. Over 6 foot tall, blond hair, super pink pouty lips. A dark blue button down strained over a set of shoulders and biceps that would put John Cena to shame. Slim hips encased in dark grey slacks that didn't leave much to the imagination. Savannah tried to hide a smirk as she took in the outline of his cock through the tight wool. This one could be fun to play with if she dealt her cards right.
Checking him out had taken barely five seconds. Her eyes moved back up, and she hid her surprise at the knowing look he was now giving her.
"Hi, what can I get for you today?" She asked in her best customer service tone (one that Jessa and Clint repeatedly told her was non existent).
He grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth. Bright blue eyes stared unblinkingly into hers.
"Plain black coffee is all."
She bit her lip at the deep rumble of his voice, and crossed her arms casually on the counter.
"That it? Surely you're more adventurous than that?" She asked playfully, a small smirk hovering across her lips.
He shrugged one huge shoulder and eyed her thoughtfully.
"Depends."
"On?"
His eyes raked down her chest where Savannah knew her already tight v neck tshirt was straining against her breasts. She always believed in showing off her best assets, and damn if she wasn't proud of her larger breasts even if it came with the burden of being just on the other side of chubby.
"On things other than coffee," the customer replied as he made no pretense of looking anywhere other than her chest.
Savannah rolled her eyes a little as a spark lit in her stomach. Well, he was definitely the most interesting customer she'd had all day. She straightened again.
"How interesting." She hit a button on the screen in front of her, ringing up his coffee. She bit back a groan as the bell above the front door twinkled, signalling another customer. "Can I get a name for Mr. plain black coffee?"
Dark eyelashes fanned across perfect cheekbones as he glanced down at his hands on the counter. She smiled as he suddenly looked shy.
"Steve."
"That's gonna be $1.99, Steve."
He looked back up, pulling a crisp five out of his wallet quickly and reaching over to place it in her hand. He grinned again as his fingertips pressed lightly against her wrist before pulling away.
"Keep the change," he told her, voice rumbling again.
Before she could answer, he stepped down to the other end of the counter to await his order. Savannah looked down at her hand. Her skin was tingling where he had touched her. She looked back up as the next customer in line cleared her throat, and she quickly cashed out her screen, tucking the change into the tip jar to her left.
On automatic, she took the next order (plain croissant and a chai tea). Her mind was still on Steve and how her skin jumped when he touched her.
"Order for STEVE!" came her co-worker's annoyingly loud voice, shaking her out of her thoughts as she processed her customer's credit card.
She handed the card back quickly and looked over to where Clint was handing off a cup to Steve at the end of the counter. His hands made the large cup look tiny as he took it and nodded his thanks.
His eyes darted to her and darkened slightly as he turned to exit, and he bit his bottom lip. She waved two fingers at him and he smirked.
Savannah smiled to herself as he walked out the door and she got a view of his perfectly shaped butt in those tight wool pants. Yeah, he had been fun, she thought.
"Hey, earth to Sav. Penny for your thoughts."
Clint's fingers waving in front of her face snapped her out of thoughts. She slowly looked over at her co-worker, eyes narrowing.
"Don't even," he told her as he adjusted the small purple plastic fitted against his right ear. He grinned.
Savannah rolled her eyes before he could say anything else, and tossed a small dish rag at him.
"Go clean the espresso machine, Clint."
"What?" He asked innocently.
"Just go."
Clint grinned wider as he grabbed the rag but turned away.
Savannah watched as he ran the rag half heartedly across the top of the machine. She waited until he was involved before grinning to herself and turning her mind back to the hottie that had just been in the shop. She was definitely going to have some good dreams tonight.