One Temptation (ManxMan)

Lattes for Lovers

Ren

The day starts like every other. I wake at 5:30 am and crawl out from below the white silk sheets. I'm not tired as I saunter down the stairs into the kitchen. Breakfast consists of a smoothie, toast and cottage cheese. After my run, a shower is in order and I waste no time getting clean. My hand tailored suit fits perfectly with a soft grey fabric lining the jacket and matching slacks. I button my black coat and head out into the crisp fall air.

I check my phone as I start my car. Nothing new, a text from my secretary saying Good Morning. On my drive to work, I listen to the morning news. The stock market is up, this is good for my company. Traffic through the city is disgusting and my patience is wearing thin. I lean back in my seat and put my car in park.

Rain drizzles on my windshield and I take out my phone again. Ten minutes ticks by and my thumb swipes through a mile of social media posts. Nothing strikes my fancy, I'm bored. Once I finally pull into my parking spot my day can begin. The office building is one of the larger towers in the city. The ground floor has coffee shops, courtyards and lounge areas for employees. My company specializes in data collection and personal relations. We create algorithms for large social media outlets. Data is collected from individuals and used throughout social media to target users with things they'd like to see. Surefire Corporation or Surefire Corp. was introduced as my project when I was in college. I never imagined it would become so widespread.

I have arrived late and my meeting has already been postponed an hour due to traffic. I have 30 minutes to spare now, I figure it would be worth my time to buy a cup of coffee. I wait in line and listen to the idle chatter in the shop. Employees have mostly started their day, so the area is not as crowded as it could be.  I step up to the counter and lock my gaze with striking green eyes.

I fumble over my words for a moment. The contrast of bright green under wispy black locks. He stares at me from behind the counter.

"What can I get for you?" His voice is smooth in response to to my flustered stall.

I clear my throat, but feel my face turn hot in embarrassment, "A medium Chai Latte."

"Can I have a name for your order?" He asks while ringing up my item. I search for a name tag on his apron, but I don't find one.

"Ren."

I pay for my drink and take a seat in a corner stool, my gaze directed to the shop. I remove my phone from my pocket and attempt to distract myself through my email inbox. My mind keeps nagging me to return my gaze to the man behind the counter. I watch him with anticipation, analyzing every hair on his skin, from the stubble on his face to his thick black hair hanging in front of his eyes. My breath leaves my body when he catches me looking. He winks in response which leaves me in an even worse predicament than before.

He calls my name and leaves the coffee at the pick up counter. I grab the cup and return on my trip to my office. Once I reach the top floor of the tower, my secretary Tiffany Verona is welcoming me with some paperwork and an outline of my meetings. Her feelings toward me are as noticeable as she makes them. I catch her watching me, studying me when I'm not supposed to be paying attention. She does not strike my fancy, just like all women.

I place my coffee on the desk before noticing writing etched in black on the paper liner. A phone number is written below the name Xavier. I cannot stop the smile that spreads to my face.

Xavier

I feel frustrated after my shift. Sitting at home in the dimly lit basement. My mother moves about upstairs. My fingers twitch on the keyboard as I rapid-fire a spiteful response at my enemy in the game chat. I've been trying to keep that businessman out of my mind since morning. I keep thinking about how he would look in my bedroom, or at dinner with my mother. Since 9am my brain has been off the rails, thinking of every my mind can imagine.

He must have worked upstairs, maybe in the cubicles, or an office on the middle floors. He's young enough for my tastes. Maybe he's straight, maybe that's why I haven't heard anything from him yet. Either way, I'm stupidly gay for that man. His fine light brown hair over his perfectly porcelain skin. He's tall and clean shaven, definitely fit. I hate that I feel an overwhelming desire to be next to him.

I scoff at myself, I have no idea what his personality is like. I listen to my friends shouting into my ears and the gunfire that follows. My player is in game, but I sit back in my seat in awe. I stare at my phone when I see an unknown number as a text notification. It's 5 pm on a Friday night, could this be the mysterious man that's left me wondering.

Unknown: What's your favorite coffee?

X: Lattes

Unknown: Chai?

X: No, of course not...

Unknown: This is Xavier?

X: Yes... Ur Ren?

R: The one and only

X: What else do you like?

R: Men with dark hair and green eyes

I sink my teeth into my lip and quickly disconnect from my game. Leaving my headphones across my keyboard. I'm desperately spinning theories in my mind about what this guy is like. I check the time, 5:30 pm.

R: Are you free? I just got off work

X: I'm very free

R: Dinner in an hour? Crimson Fig? I'll pay

X: Deal

I slide back from my desk, giddy with excitement. It's a date...

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