Imperatrix

chapter 47

The waitress gently dropped the cup of black coffee and then placed both hands on the table, pressing her arms together so her cleavage was on display.

“Need anything else sir?” she asked with a flirtatious smile.

Harry looked up from his phone and smiled at her, “No thanks.”

“Well, if you need anything, just call me,” she purred and strutted away, her hips swaying.

Harry drew the cup closer to himself and looked out the window. He had asked Anna to meet him for a coffee date, and surprisingly she had agreed. Which was strange because the second time he had asked her to go out with him, she had made up an excuse. Maybe she missed him as much as he missed her.

God, he hoped so. He hadn’t seen her in over two weeks. And the texts and calls weren’t enough for him. He wanted to see her, needed to see her. He took a sip of the hot coffee and looked down at his phone. He had done a little search on her but had come up with nothing. He couldn’t do anything when he didn’t have a blood sample, or even a goddamn surname. He sighed and rubbed his temple.

He sensed her before he saw her. Soft lips pressed a kiss into his cheek. He dropped his phone and grinned as she slid into the seat across him.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he greeted. She was wearing a black and white striped long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was in a high ponytail. She looked downright gorgeous.

“You done checking me out?” she asked with a smirk. She leaned her elbows on the table and cradled her face in her hands.

“I wasn’t,” he said equally smirking.

“Sure,” Jack rolled her eyes and looked at him.

The same waitress from before came to take her order, “Can I get you anything?” she asked in a tone that made Jack look up with a frown.

“I’ll have the latte with a little sprinkling of cinnamon. Just a little,” Jack emphasized.

The lady nodded and left.

Jack returned her gaze to the fine specimen in front of her, “Well don’t you look sexy today,” she said as she took him in. One thing she loved about him was that he didn’t dress like your usual boring detective.

He was wearing a long-sleeved button up shirt which he had rolled up to his elbows exposing his magnificent arms and light blue jeans. A brown coat hung on the arm of his chair. The dark blue color of his shirt complemented his eyes well. She looked at his arms and bit her lip shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

Jack glanced up to find him smirking at her and she pursed her lips, “What?”

“Nothing. How have you been?” he asked sipping the abandoned coffee he had ordered.

She was about replying when the waitress returned with the latte. She slammed the cup down with enough force making the liquid slush over the sides.

“Anything else?” she asked in a clipped tone.

“Yes, I didn’t ask for shavings of chocolate. And I asked for a latte, you brought me espresso. You can take it back, I do not want it.”

“Sorry,” the waitress sneered in a haughty tone, “We have a no return policy.”

Jack closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

God give me strength, she prayed as she took calming breaths. A no return policy in a café, seriously? This girl was looking to have her fine nose broken.