JASMINE
Just before ten the next day, I saw his Jeep parallel park in front of the café. This time, much to my dismay, he came in to place an order. Lucy ran out from the back, flour dusting her arms and cheeks.
“Well, hello there, Mr. Alpha! I knew I smelled your scent from the kitchen!” Lucy leaned over the counter, her low-cut shirt and loosely tied apron displaying her cleavage. “Seems you’re right on time for the end of my friend here’s shift.”
“I am indeed,” he replied, smirking, looking between the two of us.
“What can I get you today?” I asked, interrupting their conversation.
“I’ll get a large, black coffee and what do you drink?” Blake looked at me.
“Oh, you don’t have to get me anything,” I replied.
“She likes cappuccinos.” Lucy pushed me out of the way. “Let me ring you
