The British Billionaire

7: I Want to Take that Red Skirt Into My Car

A waitress named Rose handed me my uniform. The red skater skirt looked slutty as well as the black tee that came with it. It was good for me that both of it looked good on me and not slutty like the way it was meant to be.

I scowled at the thought of the man yesterday, whom I didn't even know the name yet, to be waiting by the counter and giving me a once over. He looked like the type to play around girls and casually bang them. Well if I'm his next target then he better rush of cuz he's just wasting his damn time on me. I will not fall for his charms.

Speaking of charms, I still couldn't help but be entranced by his alluring darkness as I walked out of the employee's area. There he is, leaning against the front of the counter his gaze roaming around until it settles down on me. He gives me a once over before nodding his head, his face impassive. There were no customers yet and the café was less buzzing than yesterday. He stayed there in front of the counter as I followed Rose at the back of the counter. She flipped over her blonde hair when she stood across him with the counter in between them. It was obvious that she was flirting with her boss which made me scrunch my nose before stepping in beside her.

Mr. Dark and Mysterious continued to gaze at me as Rose taught me all the things I needed to learn in brewing coffee and making my favourite latte. It was a big bonus for me that I could grab a cup whenever I want, noting that customers shouldn't be aware of that. From time to time Rose would glance up at Mr. Dark and Mysterious who was observing us the whole time.

I was assigned at the counter so when a familiar guy with light brown hair enters the café and walks over to the counter, he steps aside and sits at one of the chairs closest to the counter I was currently standing at. I risked a glance at him who was looking at me ringing out this man's order. I smiled at the man across me who smiled back. He wore the white shirt I saw him wear before with jeans but what striked me was the black leather jacket he was currently in. He looked like a hot badass.

"I think you look familiar." He says as I give him his cup of hot chocolate. His British accent strikes me again, when could I ever get used to this?

There were a few customers around apart from constant orders here and there which made me more comfortable talking to a customer. Apart from my boss who was currently killing me with his hard stares.

"Really?" I cock my head to the side, playing along the line of being innocent to the fact that the last time I saw him I was also checking him out just like what Blondilocks was doing back at the hotel lobby.

"Yeah." He looks at me for a moment and analyzes my face while slightly nodding his head. "At the hotel a few blocks from here. I was going to the elevators when I glanced around and saw you exiting the building. I knew your hair looked familiar." He sounded proud that he managed to recognize me from behind which was kind of really awkward to know that he was paying attention of me exiting a building.

I grinned at him. "You know what? I think I noticed you too. You were talking to Blondilocks when I exited the elevators."

He looks confused for a moment before the meaning of Blondilocks strikes him. He laughs and looks at me amused. "Ahhh, you mean the woman at the lobby?" I eagerly nod my head. "Well she was flirting with me and let me tell you her styles were failing and not turning me at all."

I laugh along with him. "You were wearing the same thing right now, minus the leather jacket." I state.

He glances down at his attire and smirks. "I see you've been paying attention then. The leather jacket does something doesn't it?"

I look at him sheepishly before giggling. "Damn right it looks hot."

"So you're saying that I'm hot?" He raises a brow and looks at my expression.