Blast from the Past (Edit In Progress)

The woman's right foot tapped the porcelain tile incessantly as she stood in line for her usual.

Her patience grew thin as she released a long sigh.

Her soft, brown eyes darted to the clock behind the cashier. 10:45 am. She calculated she had 15 minutes to make an appearance at work or she would be recorded for being late again.

Screw it. I am in desperate need of my cappuccino this morning, she thought, ignoring the creeping feeling of anxiety threatening to emerge and trouble her even more so than a second ago.

The woman's restlessness brought her attention to the young cashier, settled comfortably behind the counter. After a few seconds, the cashier proceeded to shout as high as her voice would carry amongst the bustle of the morning, "Vanilla bean frappe with caramel!"

The woman nudged her way through the thick crowd, being mindful not to shove while making her way towards the hot, steaming cup. As she approached the pick-up counter, she noticed from her peripheral a gentleman heading in the same direction. With sudden determination, she quickened her steps. As the woman reached out for the drink suspended in mid-air, so did he.

"My apologies," the man responded, immediately placing his arm down by his side.

"Allow me," he gestured with a sweeping motion towards the cup. "It is yours."

An immediate wave of regret was felt by the woman for being in a hurry when he had remained polite.

After a few seconds of silence between the two, the woman's eyes grew wide, carefully scrutinizing the man from where she stood. His features slowly registered to her memories.

Impossible! she thought.

Unwilling to believe what her mind was revealing to her, she blinked her eyes a few times, but his features remained the same.

Could it be him? Out of all places to meet again, it had to be here? Today?

She groaned, causing a look of concern to pass on the man's face.

"Are you all right?" He questioned, attempting to gaze into her eyes for any signs of distress.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. Rest assured," she stuttered as she attempted to cover her face while appearing to be nonchalant. She knew without a doubt, her cheeks were suddenly flushed with a tint of pink. She cursed her fair skin.

"Thank you for the coffee, but I have to be going now. I'm late to work and my boss is more than likely searching high and low for me," she uttered quickly.

"Take my car. My driver will take you wherever you need to go. It's the least I can do for delaying," the man insisted.

Bloody hell, he's rich too? Of course, she thought, mentally rolling her eyes.

Nodding her head, she followed close behind as the man exited the building, holding the door open for the woman before gesturing to the black town car waiting along the curb.

Rapping the window twice, the driver slid the windows down.

"Do me a favor and take this lovely lady to her destination. I'll be here waiting. I have yet to get my usual," he stated as his eyes met the woman's, winking playfully.

Oh God. Don't you dare do that.

She closed her eyes as she pressed her legs together, her secret place pulsing with desire.

Get a hold of yourself, she chastised.

As she pried her eyes open, they immediately locked with the man ahead. He had remained silent, from what she presumed as waiting for a response.