Perfectly Flawed

10. Goner

I head to the bikers' table and stop short when I see a face I could never forget, yet never wanted to see again, sitting amongst the rest of the guys.

"Hi everyone, I'm Dakota and I'll be your server today. Can I start you all off with drinks?" I recite professionally.

                                      Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact. Don't...

His beautiful eyes lock on mine, and I know in a split second that I could stare into them for hours and never grow tired of it.

                                                                                I'm a goner.

I blink quickly and turn away from his piercing gaze and back to the guys, smiling thinly as I pretend his eyes aren't on me. "Do you know what y'all are thinking, or do you need a couple minutes?"

"We're good, Kota." JT smirks in amusement. He knows what's up. "Me, Thorn, Bear and Slip will just take whatever's on tap, please."

"Yeah, and I'll have a Mike's." Tidal adds.

I turn to his wife. "And for you?"

"Diet Pepsi, with a lime please." Shayne, lovingly known as Siren, smiles.

I nod and write that down, looking up to realize the only order not taken was Blade's. Just ignore it, Kota. Pretend his gaze doesn't leave you speechless and flustered. I clear my throat. "Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks." I smile, heading back to the kitchen.

"Hey." Someone grabs my wrist as I head down the hallway by the kitchen. I yank it out of his grip before turning around and facing Blade.

"What?" I bite out, trying to not lose my cool.

                                            I'm usually a chill person. What has he done to me?

"You forgot to take my order."

"Oh did I?" I stare him down. His nose has a piece of tape over it and both it and his eyes are a nasty purple color

"Yes." He maintains eye contact, slowly blinking once.

"Sorry. Major asshole with a lemon in it?" I smile sarcastically.

"Look. Dakota." He sighs.

"If that's all, I'll be right back with the drinks." I turn around to leave before he catches my elbow.

"Dakota!"

I feel an electric shock whenever he touches me, so I yank my arm out of his grip again. "Don't. Touch. ME." I snip out.

"Can I at least talk to you?"

I sigh. "I'm working."

"It's not busy in here." He points out.

He's right. The tiny annoying voice in my head says.

I lean back against the wall. "Fine you have a few minutes before I say fuck you and leave."

"How many minutes is a few?" He frowns.

"Just talk." I spit.

"Okay. Fine. I just wanted to say I was sorry for everything that happened last Friday."

"That's all?" I inspect my fingernails.

He breathes in deeply, holding his breath for a second before he releases it. "Look." He says softly, taking a step closer to me. "I don't do this a lot, okay? I was having a bad day, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry for not saying so when I bumped into you, or helping you clean. I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me."