“Hey!” a frantic voice yelled as a fist pounded on the hatch at the front of my food truck half an hour later like his life depended on it.
Grumbling to myself, I reluctantly opened the shutter. The twenty-something-year-old man before me looked like a carbon copy of all the other entitled business people who stopped by daily, and I really didn’t need that s**t right now. He was hot, though, I’d give him that.
“We’re closed, buddy. Take a hint.” I started to shut it again, but the medium-height, brown-haired dude before me grabbed my arm in a surprisingly firm grip. Hmm, feisty. My c**k took notice.
“Look, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy, but I’m really hungry and I have a presentation in half an hour that could make or break my career and I haven’t had anything to eat since yesterd
