"Excuse me, miss."
Patrice turned toward the man who had
spoken. She barely kept her jaw from dropping open. Hotness
incarnate stood wearing the café uniform with a long waist
apron to complete the image.
His white buttoned-up shirt
clung to his sculpted, muscled physique like a second skin.
It was short-sleeved, so she had an unimpeded view of his
hard biceps. He wore two leather wristbands, one on each
wrist, giving him a bad boy look. Long, sandy-blond hair
spilled over one shoulder. Coupled with his knowing look,
it helped the image along.
He smiled at her.
"Is my
order ready?" She started to get up but the man laid a hand
on her shoulder, urging her to sit back down.
"Not quite.
I was hoping to interest you in a sample of our newest tea,
Chamomile Nights. It is an herbal infusion containing
chamomile, hibiscus, mint, rose petals, and lemongrass.
Perfect for relaxation."
"Sounds nice. I could use some
relaxation right about now."
"One moment." The waiter
walked to the counter and retrieved a cup sitting there. He
returned to Patrice and held out the cup. "Would you care
for some sugar?"
"No, but thank you. I prefer to have it
raw -- as it were -- when I first try it so I can actually
taste the flavor. If I like it, the next time I'll add
sugar."
"Sounds wise."
She thought the waiter would
leave, but he remained at her side, watching her. He
probably wanted to know what she thought of the tea so he
could report the information to his boss.
She took a
cautious sip, trying not to burn her tongue. The chamomile
was definitely the strongest component of the tea. It
tasted wonderful. She inhaled the scent of the lemongrass
as she took another sip.
Cradling the cup, she sat back
with a sigh as all of the tension seemed to leave her body.
The tea worked fast. "This is delicious."
"I'm glad you
like it."
Rather than a cup of coffee, she needed more of
this tea. She looked up at the waiter. "Is it too late to
change my order?"
"Not at all. What would you
like?"
"Instead of the coffee, can I have a large cup of
this? What did you call it?"
"Chamomile Nights. I'll
bring that right out to you with the rest of your
order."
"Will that change the price?"
"Not at
all."
"Oh, good. Thank you."
"I will return
shortly."
Patrice nodded and then took another sip of the
tea. The cup was small, so it didn't take long to finish
off her sample. She was happy she had ordered more.
The
waiter returned with a drink tray in one hand and a small
pastry bag in the other. He set both on the end table
beside Patrice's recliner and then held out his hand to
her. "May I help you up?"
Chivalry wasn't dead after all.
She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He put
a little too much strength into his pull, and she ended up
running into his hard chest. His other arm circled around
her waist, holding her against him before she could step
back.
"What are you --?"
Her words were cut off when
the man's mouth landed on hers. She was too surprised to
close her mouth. When the thought finally occurred, his
tongue was already past her lips and exploring. He teased
her tongue with his.