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The smell of coffee greeted Kendra as she walked through the doors of Starbucks , filling her nose with its rich, delicious scent. This Starbucks lounge had a nice, cozy atmosphere within red velvet chairs and small circular tables. Indie music played from the speakers, getting lost with the sound of the cappuccino machine.
Making her way over to the counter she ordered her usual, which was a Carmel Frappé and a blueberry muffin. Then she walked over to her favorite table next to the window. After setting her coffee and muffin down she took a seat, opening the book she'd brought along. It was an romance novel, something she'd picked up from the bookstore a few days ago. So far it was turning out to be an interesting read, but she was only partially paying attention to it.
The Starbucks was getting busier, and soon a small line began to form in front of the cashier. A man in line really caught her attention, and while she couldn't see his face, the view from behind was very nice. He was tall, around six ft three, and had a thick(I love em thick😍) build and muscular arms.
As her eyes moved downward, they came to land on his ass and what she saw impressed her. The man had an ass a Greek god would be jealous of, but what really got her attention was his long hair. It was black, shiny, and nearly waist length. That long, gorgeous hair was so damn sexy. For as long as she could remember, she'd been irresistibly attracted to men who had hair that long.
Kendra began to imagine what his face looked like and found herself wondering if he was Native American . She knew that some of the men wore their hair long due to their cultural beliefs, and from his aura Kendra could tell there was something very different about him. The line moved quickly, and within a few seconds , he was at the front. After giving his order he paid the cashier, then waited for his drink to be prepared. Kendra's eyes was glued on him, waiting for the moment when she would see his face.
After a few minutes of waiting, Kendra finally got a look at his face and she was far from disappointed. To say the man was cute would be an understatement. He was beautiful. And he was Native American .
Her new eye candy looked for an empty table, and spotted one across the from her, he sat down at it. Kendra felt her heart leap in her chest from being in the presence of him.
She figured he must have noticed her looking because his eyes met hers . She tried to smile, but she couldn't. She was kind of shy, and being in the presence of this man, who happened to be her ultimate fantasy, was too much .
As he picked up his coffee cup, she noticed his hands. They were large, and his fingers were long and slim. He wore rings which were made of turquoise and silver, and as she looked at his fingers, she started wondering what it would feel like to have them slide across her body. She imagined them moving up her thighs until they reached between her legs. Then they would move further up until... Damn she had to stop. She couldn't think of that right now, not here.
As if he'd been reading her thoughts the long haired God looked up from his paper . As his eyes met her own, she felt her stomach do little flips, which was a sign that she was nervous. So naturally the next step was for her to turn into an embarrassing, weird mess.
His stare was intense. Her eyes locked into his for a few seconds but she found herself moving her attention some where else . She was too shy to keep eye contact and had always been terrible at flirting.
Taking a bite of her muffin, she looked up from under her book every so often to see if he was still looking.
He was. Picking up her frappé , she took a large sip. It had melted a bit , but she didn't care, all she needed right now was to create a diversion. Unfortunately she ended up missing the cup and some of it wasted onto her white tank top. (Happens to me too often😂)
