The Barista

The Barista

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She's the most intelligent woman in the world. Except, she doesn't like to show it. She gets involved with one of the wealthiest families, causing one of their sons to fall hard for her. "Elle." He says softly, his face turning a shade of red in my darkened room. Only the TV light illuminates us but it's enough to see every color and expression on his face. "What are you doing? I thought you said, 'just friends'?" I swallow my nerves and nod. I feel shaky! I'm so nervously aroused that I am shaky, and I've never felt shaky from just sitting on a man's lap. I don't know what's about to happen. I don't even know if I'm going to sleep with him. But I'm not letting him leave without kissing him. And I think I know I would be lying to myself if I said this was only going to be a kiss. I'm so freaking aroused that I'm fighting the tremble inside of me and feel numb in my face. "I did say, 'just friends.'. But sometimes I lie."
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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