7
LILY
“Your tall, dark, and handsome was in this morning.”
I moaned while tossing my purse into one of the employee room’s cubbies. Turning, I found Cheryl smirking at me. I propped my hands on my hips. “Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.” Her smile widened. “He asked about you.”
“Get. Out!” And after I’d spent the morning getting myself off a half-dozen times once that sexting session with Scott of the Gray Sweats had ended.
“His face was beet red when I asked him if he was looking for someone—he’d been craning his neck for a peek behind the counter.”
“Seriously?”
“The poor guy fumbled his words but spit out he wondered where the coffee girl from Monday was.”
“He called me coffee girl?” A grin spread over my face, my insides going all gooey over the fact the shy man had given me a nic
