A Little Bit of Sugar

Chapter 4: Monday - Hunter

It was fucking hot.

I cursed so loud the older woman in the back gasped, covering her open mouth with the palms of her hands but all my composure was long gone. I was drenched in coffee, my stomach burned since it got hit with most of the liquid, and my balls felt like they were being flash boiled. And to top it all off, the pain wasn't enough to keep me from realizing her soft body pressed up against my comparatively hard one, and from me seeing shades of gold in her eyes from this close.

I could never get tired of how innocent she looked up at me like I was some big bad wolf and she was little red.

That's exactly what I was. The Big Bad Wolf that should have nothing to do with Little Red.

I released her from my hold, missing the warm curves that pressed against me only mere seconds ago, and stepped back.

Get your fucking shit together, man.

"Mop it up." I shook my head, walked past her, and went to my office beside the kitchen where I kept a few shirts for messy occasions like this. Although, I never had many incidents like this that required me to actually use my emergency shirts. Ripping it off my head, I threw the damp shirt across the room, leaving it in the corner. Just as I was about to put on a dry shirt, the door ripped open and I met her eyes for the second time today.

Her eyes immediately dropped from my eyes to my chest then to my abs then lower.

I couldn't help but smirk. Little Red liked what she saw.

"Sorry!" She yelped and covered her eyes with her hands. Spinning around, she mumbled something I couldn't catch as I put on the shirt and tied a new apron around my waist to cover up the brown stain on my crotch. I didn't have jeans so this would have to do.

"Speak up or get out." I said coldly, readjusting my knot behind my back before I stepped around her and back to the chaos outside. The line had grown even longer since my disappearance and if I knew anything about people in Toronto is that they loved their coffee more than anything once they wake up in the morning.

"Where's the mop?" Molly came running after me. When I stopped in my tracks, she crashed right into my back. Her head hitting my back before she stumbled back.

I looked over my shoulder, and gritted my teeth when I saw her shirt was completely soaked through too. Her bra was clearly visible, outlining the shape of her perky breasts. From just a quick glance, I could already tell all eyes were on her. Eyes belonging to middle aged men who had wedding bands on their fingers and the signs of sex deprivation from their wives.

"It's next to the oven." I went back into the office, grabbed a gray shirt that would sure be so baggy on her, it would cover every inch of her body. Catching her before she walked past my office, I grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her inside a little too roughly because for the second damn time, her body collided against my chest.

Okay, maybe it wasn't by accident.

"Take this." I offered her the shirt and grabbed the mop out of her hand. Without letting her say a word, I walked out again, cleaned up the mess, and took the next order. When Molly came out, disappointed looks fell onto the faces of the perverts.

I decided to make their coffee a tad bit bitter.

When the morning rush was over, I began wiping down the front countertops, enjoying the hushed conversations of coffee lovers sitting in the seats around me. I was just penciling another reminder to go to the bank for more change when I caught Molly reaching over the tables to wipe them down. Her height was against her as she stretched belly down onto the wooden tables, wiping down the corners she could barely reach. I groaned when I realized my shirt rose above her hips, revealing to me black fabric trapping a perky bum I wanted to press my erection against.

Now, who was the fucking pervert? I pinched the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry about what happened." Molly's voice broke through my thoughts. She was standing right in front of me, her bravado from yesterday gone. "I'll cleanup for the rest of today and leave. You don't have to pay me." She said nervously, chewing on her lips.

"I'm not going to pay you until this Sunday." I leaned back because I didn't trust myself when she chewed on her lips like that. Heck, I was trying so hard from jumping over the counter and kissing her till her lips swelled.

"Right." Molly looked down, nodding her head. She looked so sad right then and there, it reminded me of the time when my sister found out she couldn't go to Disney World on her ninth birthday. Whoa, Hunter. Don't go down that path. She's not your sister anymore.

"I didn't say you were fired." I spelt it out. God, what was it about her that made me obliged to protect her? "I just meant I pay my employees out on Sundays."

"Oh." Her face immediately lit up like the sun breaking through stormy clouds. I gulped when her eyes brightened as well. I was really growing soft, I realized. It took less than twenty-four hours for her to make my cold dead heart beat fast with excitement and at the same time, panic.

"But this is your first warning. Three warnings and you're out of here." I rubbed my jaw, grabbed my shot of espresso, and chugged it down. At least now, I have an excuse to blame my beating heart on the caffeine.