Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(79)
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Pleased with myself, I walk over to the bed and slip on my black leather jacket. I grab my mobile, keys and cigarettes of the oak bedside cabinet and walk out of my bedroom slamming the door.
As soon as Tyler spots me in the open plan living area, he starts going on and on again, but I mentally block him out and stalk towards the front door. I sigh with relief when I’m safely on the other side of the door. I quickly walk down the iron steps to the alley at the back of our loft and make my way to the little coffee shop that sits on the corner of our street. I know full well that this is the ideal place to advertise as students are always in there. I just hope that no good looking girls apply because I have a history of sticking my dick in them.
I light up a cigarette and take a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs as I walk. It’s a disgusting habit and know for a fact my mother would be turning in her grave, she hated smoking. I quickly take a few more drags when I realize I’m outside the café. Throwing it to the ground and dragging my grey converse over it to make sure it’s fully out, I push open the door, the sound of the stupid f*cking bell above my head scaring the shit out of me.
The place is full to the brim, it’s the usual for this place. I weave through the tables that are packed too closely together towards the counter, that is now free from customers. I can see a black haired girl f*cking about with the coffee machine, looking like she doesn’t have a clue what the hell she is doing. I patiently wait while checking out her backside. It’s a nice view!
As I’m gazing at her arse, head tilted to the side, this is the moment the chick decides to turn around, looking adorably flustered. She blushes at catching me eye f*cking her, she’s actually pretty cute with beautiful green eyes.
“Can I help you?” she asks, making her cheeks turn redder than the sign above the counter. This chick is definitely shy.
“Hmmm, I think you can, Darlin’. Can you hang this up in the window for me?” I pass her the scrap of paper giving her my killer smile? Her cheeks flush again as she takes the piece of paper from me, her hand grazing mine. I watch her as she reads over my note, a grin breaks out on her face.
Before she looks up, I’m gone, already heading towards to the exit. With one last glance over my shoulder, I see the sneaky little minx put the advert in her pocket. Interesting…maybe I’ll be seeing little Miss Flustered again…
Kalli
Today is definitely not my day. I woke up late thanks to Lisa’s antics last night; she kept me awake with her moaning and screaming until 4 am! I had the morning shift and had to be here before 7. Thanks to her, I was half an hour late and had to listen to my bloody manager go on and on, threatening to fire me if I'm late again. I could see Cassie, my co-worker, wanted to have a go at me too, but a glare from me ensured she restrained herself. We don’t really like each other, she’s more into doing her nails than working, and yet our manager isn’t saying shit to her.
I groan whilst trying to sort out the milk foam maker. Two weeks since I started working here and not once has it ever worked properly. I know I’m doing it right but it never cooperates, always making me look like a fool when a customer asks for some foam in their drinks. Or worse, it sprays milk everywhere, including on me, like it did yesterday morning. That machine is a thing of the devil, I swear.
I’ve been trying to get it right for the past ten minutes when I feel eyes on me. I turn around and see a hot guy, tall, leather jacket, dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen, currently staring at my ass.
“Can I help you?” I look at him, turning bright red. I hate people staring at me, it always makes me feel uncomfortable, I already feel out of place enough without customers openly staring at me.
He's going on about something but I'm not listening, I’m lost in his eyes. The next thing I know, he gives me a piece of paper. I take it, our hands touching. As cliché as this sounds, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my whole body. I quickly withdraw my hand and look down at the paper. I can’t help but smile, this couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m in desperate need of a new place to live, Lisa is driving me up the f*cking walls. Last night’s activities weren’t a first, she brings a different guy home every single night and f*cks them loud enough for the whole block to hear. I mean, each to their own but I can’t stand people that f*ck just for the sake of f*cking. A change of scenery and roommate is very much needed. When I look up from the paper, I’m left staring at the wall, he left already. I’m a tad bit disappointed but can’t help the smile spreading over my lips. This could be the opportunity I’ve been waiting for so long. It would have been so much easier though to ask him face to face how much the rent was, for some reason I can’t manage to hold a conversation over the phone, I’m a stammering mess. I guess I’ll have to suck it up and call him on my next break.
I tuck the piece of paper in my apron and get back to the stupid milk foam maker. I grumble at it as it sprays more milk over my chest causing my white top to go see-through. I swear under my breath at the machine and pull my apron up, trying to hide the stains until I can go in the back and change. I need another job. I love my coffee as much as the next person but this place is driving me insane.