Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter One

'I have eyes on the target.' I text Thorpe as I subtly glance at Liam Amato, pretending to admire the coffee shops interior. 

          We had watched Liam's movements for a month before I was sent out to go undercover as 'Tia Anderson'; we had to change my surname in case any of the Amato family got suspicious and decided to look me up. Our surveillance taught us that, every Monday, Amato would stop at Café Silver on his way to 'work'. 

          "Latte for Tia?" The barista calls over soft lull of the music playing over the speakers.

          Pretending to be engrossed in my phone, I rush towards the counter, 'accidentally' knocking into Amato, and causing the coffee in his hand to spill all over his shirt. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, sir!" I exclaim, shoving my phone into my pocket and quickly grabbing some napkins from the counter to attempt to dry up the stain. 

          His rough hand grabs my wrist, stopping me. I look up at him, faking an apologetic smile, "Again, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going, I should've noticed you stood there." He stares down at me for a second, using his other hand to swipe back some of his blond hair that had fallen over his light-blue eyes, his height making me have to strain my neck to maintain eye contact. 

          "No need to stress, tesoro. It's just a coffee and a shirt." He shrugs, shooting me a breathtaking smile. 

          "Your shirt looks like it costs more than my salary. At least let me get you a new coffee? Do you like Lattes? You can have mine." I grab my coffee off the counter, holding it out to him with a small smile. 

          Come on, take the bait Amato. 

           "Now... What kind of a gentleman would I be if I took a lady's coffee from her?" He chuckles, looking at the cup in my outstretched hand before his pocket buzzes. 

          He takes out his phone, his face hardening as he reads whatever notification he received. "Well, I must get going. Duty calls. Enjoy your Latte, Tia." 

          "Again, I'm so sorry Mr... I'm sorry I don't know your name." I force myself to blush, acting nervous. 

          "Amato. Liam, Amato. Hopefully we'll bump into eachother again some day, tesoro, hopefully when I'm not holding a hot coffee." He chuckles before taking my hand, kissing my palm, and walking through the front doors and down the street. 

          I wait a few minutes, making sure he's completely out of view, before taking out my phone and opening my messages to Thorpe.

          'Got him.'