Just One Cup

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 [REWRITTEN] : Aurora

First resort: Act clueless.

"What's that?" I said stupidly and I mentally smacked my forehead when Dante narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you talking about?" I quickly rephrased my question as I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair.

"You know what I'm talking about. When I dropped by your cafe the past few days, you ran into the kitchen like I didn't already see you," he deadpanned.

How humiliating. Who, me? Yes, indeed I am.

Second resort: Act offended.

I snatched my hands back at the speed of a viper, "How could you assume that it was me? Maybe it was one of my workers." I took a step back with a pinch of acting skills.

"Sweetheart, you are the only brunette there," he muttered as he lifted his hand to pull back a strand of hair that was in my mouth due to the wind.

That slipped from my mind.

Third resort: Denial.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms under my chest. "Well, that was not me. Why would I even avoid you?"

"Enlighten me then. Who was it?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I shrugged and looked anywhere but his piercing eyes.

He grabbed hold of my jaw, snapping my gaze back at his as he leaned into me with his lips less than an inch from mine. "Stop lying to me," he bit out, warningly.

I caved immediately and my hands found their way pressed against his chest. "Fine. It was me."

"Why?" His fingers delicately traced my jawline, reminding me of that day he left me flustered in my own car.

"I don't see the reason why I had to be there," I whispered.

He hummed quietly in acknowledgment. "Do you recall what I told you?"

"No, I don't." This time, I was as honest as I could be. I didn't remember what happened that night at the lounge and there was no point in lying to him when he was able to see through them.

"Let me remind you, hm?"

I couldn't find my voice to reject him because I desperately wanted to know.

His hands trailed down to my lower waist, pressing me against him and my hands instantly grabbed hold of his broad shoulders. "We were in this exact position," he said, lowly.

He leaned into me again with our lips barely apart. "You kissed me with those soft, tempting lips. Ah, don't you worry that pretty head of yours, sweetheart. I kissed you right back." His gaze dropped from my eyes as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.

I felt hot and it wasn't because of his warm body pressed against mine.

"Then you whispered ever so sweetly into my ear about how much you want to fuck me. Words as sweet as honey when they left those precious lips."

"Dante," I mumbled, struggling to get out of his tight hold.

His grip on me grew tighter. "No, baby. We're not done here yet." His thigh came between mine as a gasp escaped my lips and one of my hands grasped the icy balcony railing beside me tightly, making my knuckles turn white. "You were grinding against my thigh."

My hips instantly buckled down onto his hard, defined thigh that separated mine from any relief I tried to chase, like I have done this before.

Have I?