Crossland: A Billionaire's Game Novel by Samantha Whiskey

Author:Samantha Whiskey [Whiskey, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-20T00:00:00+00:00

It was the only answer I could quickly type out before chugging an iced coffee and hurrying back to my position.

India. He wanted me to go to India? With only an hour's notice? With all our other adventures or outings he’d given me ample warning. At the very least enough time to schedule the copious amounts of non-paid leave I had stored up. But even I knew I couldn't keep taking it advantage of my boss’s good nature forever. I definitely couldn’t bail with just an hour's notice, especially when I'd been slinging extra shifts in my off time in order to make up for the time I'd missed.

I quickly dismissed all thoughts of being whisked away to a country I'd never dreamed I'd get to visit. I never even allowed myself to think about vacations that grand. I was lucky when I got to go to Manhattan.

A steady stream of pre-lunch customers came in, and I lost myself among the sounds of grinding espresso beans, steaming milk, and the clinking of the blenders. It was sort of like meditation for me at this point, and I counted myself lucky to find so much peace in the motions of my work.

I'd barely had time to even think about how or what to say to Crossland by the time the lunch rush had ended, and I was in that delightful afternoon lull where I had time to clean and restock my fridges and supplies.

“Can I get a flat white?” Crossland's voice was easily recognizable, and I snapped my head up from where I was kneeling behind the counter restocking my cup sleeves, only to find him grinning down at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked completely taken aback. I was fully prepared to meet Crossland on his own turf, but him coming to mine? I didn't even think the man knew how to get to Brooklyn.

“Did you miss the part about the flat white?” he asked, that overly confident smirk playing over his kissable lips.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, willing myself not to think about his lips or his tongue or his mouth in general. He casually leaned his palms on the counter, and my eyes fell to them, remembering exactly what those hands had done to me.

It was impossible to not think about. In fact, climbing a mountain without a harness would be easier.

He'd absolutely and utterly blown my mind, to the point that it was hard to think about anything since. I’d never experienced anything like that, and I thought I'd had good sex before.

But what he'd done to me in a matter of five minutes from the challenge I so naively presented him with? Jesus, I don't know how I was supposed to come back from that. And I wasn't quite sure if I ever would.

I finally reoriented myself behind the register, ringing him up like I would any other customer. “Okay, a flat white. Anything else?” I asked, falling right into my barista role.

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