Obsessions

Chapter Three

Evangeline

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"Sorry for keeping you up all night," James' husky voice echoes throughout the empty cafe, "This was good."

"Yeah, I guess this is goodbye," I shrug as a sad smile dawns upon my lips, I really don't want him to go. He makes me feel more relaxed and somehow doesn't make me nervous. It's as if he is my calmness.

"Indeed it is, but only for now. I'll see you tonight beautiful," He leans in and places a small kiss on my cheek, my heart immediately jumped out of my chest and landed in his hands. He gives me a playful wink. a smirk forming on his luscious pink lips; without another word, he simply turns his back to me and walks out the door. His walk holding so much confidence and strength it was almost had to look away. Oh, how I wish you could stay.

This is going to be a excruciatingly long day.

"Since when are we were open this early," I hear the familiar voice croak from the behind me; I could feel the warmth of my blush invading my cheeks as I turned to face Mr.Danvers.

"Yeah, I um-"

"It's none of my business deary... though I should remind you to use a condom," A deep throaty chuckle filled the room as he moved to start opening the shop.

"You're looking, tired kid, do you need the day off?" I shake my head.

"No, thank you, Sir,"

"Are you-"

"Absolutely positive! I am fine to work today Mr.Danvers" I laugh softly and shake my head at his pestering

"So, d'you enjoy spending time with that hunk of a man?" Mr.Danvers smirks at me as wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, his deep chocolate brown eyes locked on mine. It almost felt as if he was reading everything that happened just by looking into my eyes.

"How did you-" he places his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow as his eyes slowly look me up and down.

"Hunny. I know everything that happens in my cafe," A smile spreads across his lips, "You also happen to be wearing the exact same outfit as you had on yesterday, I doubt that's a kawing-ki-dink." I look down with wide eyes, letting out a small gasp as my eyes wander over my coffee stained t-shirt.

"Shit...I'm just gonna-" I point towards the stairs.

"Yea go quickly, I need you back before customers start arriving. You know how bad I get."

I nod, making my way up to my apartment.

Living in the apartment upstairs definitely has its benefits, though it is quite small and not exactly what I had in mind for my first place, it really is all I need and all I can afford at the moment.

I manoeuvre my way through the mass of clothes I had spewed across the ground, left there from my rush to work yesterday. It wasn't like it was my first day and I had to be there on time for a good first impression, I had been late before obviously but for some reason I had slept in way past the time of just being late. I almost missed my entire shift. But of course, Mr. Danvers didn't say a thing about it as I slipped in behind the counter to start taking orders of all the impatient customers. He may not be the greatest at taking orders but he sure can make a hella good latte.

I come back down wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt under my apron. Mr.Danvers looks me up and down as I make myself an espresso.

"Is there something there?" I question as I try to brush whatever it was off me. He let out a soft laugh and shook his head, his salty hair waving as he does.

" I completely understand why a man like him would be here with such a beautiful girl, with the perfect long blonde hair and that figure of yours! I swear any man would be lucky to bone you," my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"How would you know, you're gay!" I let out a laugh

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate beauty when I see it, and trust me I see it."

The afternoon went by slowly, not many customers coming in. Mostly just the usual seniors and teens coming around lunch. My favourite customer of the day had to be Judy.

Judy is really sweet and comes in at the same time every single day, gets the same order, earl grey tea with one sweetener and a wild blueberry muffin. Judy is always making up crazy stories of what she did that day. One time she had almost been swallowed by an alligator... I definitely believed that one.

She always gives me a big tip. It's not nearly as big of a tip as James' had given me last night but I don't think anyone would ever give a forty dollar tip like that. Not many people have that much money to just give away.

James... I wonder if I'll ever get to see him again, will he actually be back? For some odd reason, I enjoyed spending time with him.

He was so charming and mysterious, he never once answered one of my questions but for some reason, I answered all of his. I don't understand how I can trust a stranger like his so easily. It must have been his eyes, those olive green eyes; they practically hypnotize you, all he has to do is look at you and you're a goner. If he asked a question and you really didn't want to answer it all it took was one look into those irises and you would do and answer any question he had.

Every question I had he had an alternate one, he would flip it so that he was asking the questions and I was just answering. I feel like he knows everything about me while I am stuck knowing only his name. I don't even know his last name!!

I've seen him somewhere before... Maybe walking in the streets, but I never go to the city and he looks to be more of a city man. I highly doubt he is a regular around walker around here. I can't put my finger on it but I have definitely seen him before.

How could I forget such a handsome man?

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It's closing time and images of James flashed through my mind. His fingertips running along the books, I could hear his voice in my head as if he were actually here.

Evangeline, he'd say, the way he says my name almost sounds seductive.

What if this was all some kind of joke? Keep me waiting only for him not to show up at all. I mean come on, why would a guy like him want a girl like me? He is flawless, obviously has money which probably means he is smart, he so young and so attractive. How could I possibly be the one he wants to see every day? I am a bookworm, and he probably doesn't even have time to sit and hold a book. If he doesn't have time for that, he couldn't possibly have time for me.

I let out a heavy sigh, giving up and heading up to my apartment.

I knew he wouldn't come.

Halfway up the stairs, I hear the soft padding of footsteps making their way towards me before I could feel a cool breath on the back of my neck causing goose pimples to form across my pale skin.

"Where do you think you're going?" I slowly turn around to immediately come in contact with a warm muscular body. I squeal softly and jump back a step, my feet slipping on the edge causing me to tumble backwards

His arms wrap around my waist as he lifts me up off the ground effortlessly and presses my body against his.

"Be careful Evangeline!" He brushes a piece of my caramel locks out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. He caught me and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing.

"I'm sorry..." I feel the need to apologize but I'm not really sure why. It was his fault I almost fell, after all, he shouldn't have been so close to me. His grip loosened around my waist, slowly setting me down on the ground but he doesn't let go; instead, he keeps my petite, curvy body pressed against his muscular one. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at him, his eyebrows are scrunched together and a frown is etched across his lips.

Without thinking my hand moves to his cheek, gently caressing it and letting my thumb slowly rub against the light stubble that has grown upon his face. My fingers growing closer and closer to his lips.

James' eyes bore into my soul. What is he doing to me?