Obsessions

Chapter Two

James

"Just pull up here," I instruct my driver before rolling up the window between us, waiting impatiently for him to park.

After the car is parked, I step out of the black Audi SUV just in time to see an old, stubby man walk out of the small quaint cafe I had instructed Charlie, my driver, to park in front of. The mans' salty hair reflected the light shining down from the street posts up above.

Through the glass door, I could see the back of a woman's head, her brown hair tied up in a messy bun atop her head. Walking in, this women is quite small, maybe around five feet tall. Her legs and ass looking pretty damn fine in those dark washed jeans that clung to her body like a second skin, her blue shirt tucked into her black apron.

Her hips swinging slowly to the music that plays on the speakers, I could hear her soft voice singing along. Her beautiful voice echoing through the empty cafe despite how quiet she was.

"Hello, are you still open?" I speak calmly, watching her closely as a cloth falls from her hands landing down on the dirty floor behind the counter. Her head snaps back, her eyes wide as if I had just scared her. I guess she hadn't heard me enter.

Her eyes slowly move down my body, making no effort to hide the fact that she was checking me out.

Her loose bun flops around at the top of her head as she nods, " Just about to close, but is there anything I can get for you before I finish up here?" Her voice is so soft and kind that I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips.

"Well, Evangeline-"

Her eyes grew even wider, "You know my name?" I let out a small laugh as I studied her. I look down at the small tag on her breast that had her name scribbled on it.

I lean against the counter and reach out towards her name tag, her eyes only seemed to grow wider and wider as my hand moves closer. I couldn't hold in the soft snicker as I clasp the tag between my fingers. "This fancy little thing seems to have told me your name."

Her eyes take in the tag, a beautiful shade of pink taking over her pale cheeks. Absolutely gorgeous. How can someone look so beautiful and pure like she does?

"Oh..." She lets out a small huff, "So what was it you wanted sir?"

I look up into her unusual yet breathtaking, stone grey eyes, "I would like two coffees, one with two cream, no sugar and the other is yours. You're looking a little tired, Angel." I take out my wallet and slide a fifty dollar bill towards her.

"Well, that's not going to cost this much money," Her fingers fumbled in her cash register before pushing the change back towards me. I place my hand over her tiny one, her hand now hiding under mine. Her arm twitches slightly but she doesn't move to pull away from my touch.

"Keep the change," I speak firmly, in my 'I mean business' voice. Her eyes are locked on mine, I could see the fight in her. She wants to give the money back. I know she does, it is a very large tip for a barista but there is no way I am taking that back. I'm sure she could use the money. I hear and watch as a small sigh leaves her body, her petite chest moving up and down with the breath. She turns and starts on the coffees, the fight leaving her eyes.

"Here you go," She smiles up at me, showing off her pearly whites. My eyes narrow at the one coffee she places before me, instead of her starting on the other coffee she turns around and picks up her cloth, cleaning off the counter.

"I thought I asked for two coffees, not just one darlin'. How about you make yourself a coffee and come join me?" I practically command her, let's see if she'll listen. Fiesty little kitten.

"Fine...one coffee and then I finish cleaning up, okay?"

I nod before making my way towards the shelves filled with books, I slowly move my fingers across all the intricate spines. The books ranging from Thomas Hardy to Jane Austen to Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

Five minutes pass by with her just brewing the coffee. She moves slowly, she doesn't seem to want to take a seat though she would be crazy if she thought I would just leave. I want to get to know more about this beautiful young barista.

"Don't you have a girlfriend you need to get back to or something?" She sighs heavily as she stirs her coffee, slowly.

"Oh no girlfriend for me" A smirk forces its way onto my lips. I wanted to ask why she'd think that but I'm a little worried about her running away in embarrassment.Her cheeks burning a fierce red and yet again I couldn't help but admire the rosiness against her soft pale skin.

"Okay," She shrugs and looks down at her white mug, her thin fingers moving across the rim as the steam billowed out into the air.

"Tell me about yourself," I watch Evangeline carefully as she slowly lifts the mug to her lips and takes a small sip before placing it down, her eyes locking on mine. I want to know everything about her, everything that makes her tick and makes her so happy that she gets one of those weird crazy looking smiles on her face. I want to know what her pet peeves and her past. I want to know what she has been through and done and then I want to know everything that she wants to do and accomplish in her life.

"Hmmm...How about you tell me your name first." She challenged me. I could see the corner of her pink lips turn up into a smirk, her eyes holding a daring look that suited her so well.

"James," I state, her body giving a small quiver.

"James..." I bite my lip softly as she tests my name, my name coming off so innocent but yet it still sounded seductive coming off her pink plump lips

"Now, what would you want to know?" Her soft voice interrupted my thoughts

I speak almost immediately, not even having to think about my answer.

"Everything."