What You Do To Me

Chapter 11: Maxwell's POV

"You're not going to fuck up my name, right?" Someone asked, shaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see a god standing in front of me. He looks gorgeous. He has dark, messy black hair, a brown tan, and eyes a dark emerald green. He's wearing a simple black button-up shirt and khakis. It looks like a simple outfit, but I can tell those clothes cost more than my phone and by the way this man wears them... he's used to expensive clothing.

"Excuse me?" I ask, surprised I can even talk, let alone be annoyed.

"Isn't that a barista thing?" He asks, smirking a little.

"Yeah but not all baristas." I scoff. "And I'm not even a barista."

"Then what are you?" He asks, his smile growing. It's cute, not as cute as Casey's perfect smile, but it's not bad.

"I'm a baristo!" I say, smiling a little, and adding the emphasis on the "o."

He laughs, a small chuckle, but I'm happy I was able to make this gorgeous man laugh.

"So, what can I get you?" I ask, laughing along with him.

"Just my regular." He says, his smirk barely visible.

I just gawk at him. Does he really expect me to know who he is? And what he likes?

Then his smirk grows, and he starts laughing. "I'm just kidding! I never come in here! Usually Jane does..." He just barely mumbles the last part.

Suddenly I do remember who he is, or at least, who Jane is. She's a really pretty, young woman with Auburn curls and dark blue eyes, and she works as the assistant to a really rich man.

"Oh... I know Jane. How's she doing?" I ask, for some reason I'm nervous around this guy. Maybe it's his looks...

"Well she quit..." He mumbles.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is she ok?" I ask, figuring he must be her boss. I mean... he fit her description of him. Rich, tall, cute. And familiar...

"Yeah, she's fine, now I have to do all my work." He says with a roll of his eyes. I can't really tell if he's joking so I just nod my head.

"So, what can I get you?" I ask hesitantly.

"Uh... a double chocolate-and-mint latte." He mumbles.

"How big?" I ask, punching away the order onto the screen in front of me.

"Um... large?" He asks, he looks really confused and I feel bad about laughing.

"Wow! You really have never ordered coffee before?" I ask with a laugh to hide my widening eyes. I do know this man...

"No! Jane always did it for me." He says.

"So, you really needed her huh?" I ask, finishing his order. "That'll be eight-fifty."

"For a cup of coffee??" He demands.

"I don't know, sir, you tell me. It's your store, Mr. Silvers." I flinch, all my cards on the table. He knows now I know who he is. I turn away so I don't have to see his face, instead forcing myself to turn away and make his coffee.

"Oh... so you figured me out..." I can hear him blushing.

"I don't really follow the news, sir, so I'm sorry I didn't recognize you right away." I could feel my own blush creeping up my neck and hoped he couldn't tell.

"It's ok Max." Mr. Silvers says. How did he learn my na- oh right... name tags.

The moment becomes awkward as I continue making his coffee.