He's beautiful. He has to know he's beautiful.
Lexi's attention was ripped from the overpriced
Venti blah, blah, blah, vanilla, skinny, smug,
latte she was making. He always overloaded her senses and ruined the drinks she was making.
Fucking tall, blonde, blue-eyed Klitcho. Get out of my head!
The drink spilled over the rim...again, burning her fingers. "Shit, shit, shit, shit."
"Another spill Yank? Must be about that time!" Braden shouted and looked around the small coffee shop. He loved teasing the little American. Lexi didn't mind, especially with his fuck-tastic Scottish accent nagging at her. "Is it that time Braden? I hadn't even noticed." She lied.
The Russian god moved toward his usual table. Lexi began heading over to take his order.
I can do this. I can do this. I do it every other day. This time I will speak to him and not just taking his order either. I just need a starting off point. How is your day? What do you think of this lovely Scottish weather? Did you know that your beautiful face is burned in my brain? Did you know I masturbated to the image of you last night? Yeah, no, not a good ice breaker. Ohh ice?
Lexi walked to his table, straightening her apron not even attempting to tame her unruly auburn hair. "Hello again, same order?"
*****
He watched her walk her little walk across the floor. He loved her walk, little hips and small steps. Today she was already working his cock with another adorable unintentionally sexy outfit. Starring at her too tight black t-shirt that hugged her perky little tits caused his cock to stir. He couldn't help the small smile moving across his face as he read her shirt.
Vader Was Framed
. She wore dark skinny jeans and black ADIDAS Sambas. Her hair was its usual mess and no make up. He hated that he was attracted to her.
Beautiful but not for long. Fucking Traitor's Daughter.
He had waited years to find her and then too many weeks to take her. To make her suffer the same way he did, to show her what he lived through.
She has to pay.
Getting a hold of his anger he regained his composure.
"Y...yes. Coffee black and an Ice water please." His accent always caused her to pause. She couldn't help it.
God it's sexy
.
Direct hit to my hot pocket! Damn it!
He pulled out his IPad and brushed her off. "Um, sure. I will be right back." The disappointment in her voice was obvious and Dmitry almost felt guilty. It didn't matter. He was taking her today and would be breaking her tonight.
Just play nice and get her to leave with you.
Lexi hurried back with his coffee and water.
He obviously isn't interested. Drop off his order and scram.
She set his drinks on the table and turned away. "Lexi."
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. My name in that Russian accent, are you kidding me? Yep, I'm fucked.
"Yes Sir. How can I help you?"
What? "How can I help you?" Smooth Lex, real smooth. You want pillow? You want me fluff your pillow?
She shook off her cheesy attempt at overboard customer service and looked for a rock to crawl under.
"I come in this café ever day. Do you know why?" His voice wrapped around her body and warmed her skin. She shook her head.
"Because I want to ask you to have dinner with me. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
Is this really happening? Blonde hotter than Klitcho wants to have dinner with me?
The weeks of fantasizing about his beautiful eyes, large body and delicious full lips culminated into one quick answer. "Yes."
They made arrangements to meet outside the café after her shift. Lexi was off at six and didn't really care about what she was wearing. He said casual and that meant comfortable. At six o'clock she waited patiently in front of the café. Her nerves consumed her thoughts causing her to doubt if he would show up.
Look at you and then look at him. He's stunningly beautiful and you have auburn hair and freckles. He's not coming. He's not coming.
Just before she packed it in and gave up a dark Bentley SUV pulled up to the curb. The driver got out and opened the curbside back door. Dmitry's voice caressed her ears again. "Come on sweet girl. We are going to be late for dinner."
Sweet girl. Sweet girl. Sweet girl. If nothing comes of this dinner date at least I have those words in that accent.
Lexi smiled and scrambled onto the seat across from him. Her smile was sweet and radiant. Dmitry's resolve almost faltered but he held onto his anger.
I'm going to smack that smile off her fucking face.
She placed her apron and backpack on the seat next to her, taking in the sleek interior.
I don't belong in here. I smell like coffee and muffins. Why didn't I suggest a later time so I could shower?
Lexi tried to tuck her unruly hair behind her ears and he could tell she was becoming more and more aware of her surroundings. "I bet you just love to drive around all day. This thing is a Panzer."
Her words surprised him.
A Panzer? Who says that?
"These seats are awesome. I can face you." She was still smiling and it made him feel almost...cool.
Her smile and kindness do not matter. She will pay.
Forcing an image of his mother to surface he responded, "Yes. I like to be able to see who I am talking to Alex." As soon as her face caught up to her thoughts she paled and Dmitry locked the doors.
"Wha...what did you just call me?" Before she could even get her fingers around the door handle Dmitry backhanded her, splitting her lip and slamming her head into the window. Her tiny body crumpled to the floor. Lexi's ears rang and head throbbed. She couldn't cry, she couldn't breath, couldn't process all the thoughts running through her mind.