The Billionaire Unexpected Evening

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n the floor. I immerse myself in a whirlwind of activity, cleaning, scouring, and removing any sign of my previo

o is this guy who casually dismisses fancy outfits and packed calendars? This guy, who

humming tension I'd never felt before. It was more than simply words and spi

gaze from my mind. This is ridiculous, I tell myself. He's just a client. Whatever st

sing regularity. His visage flashes among a sea of strangers, causing my d

to the coffee shop. My breath caught when I saw him, as usual, perfectly dressed. Our gazes connect acros

opelling me across the room, with

g to seem calm despite the fact that

elicits a powerful and unusual sens

ons on my lips about why he returned, but I gulp them down, scared of the truth. Perhaps we are

se, of course, given today's incident." I gave a ner

um of blenders, his voice rings out clearly. "Honestly, I returned because..." He stops, a vulnerable expres

"Oh? What unfinished business does a barista have

ould you believe me if I said I en

ffee all over your no-doubt

rest..." His speech drifts off suggestively, and hi

imbs turning into a euphoric warmth. We stand there sile

do unfinished business with me, an ordinary barista. It's crazy and i

counter, breaking the illusion. I take a

work," Griffin adds. Was t

I turn to assist the waiting customers,

of clients, Griffin's presence never fades from my mind. I can sense hi

d," a nervous expectation rises inside me. I untie my apron, sm

siness for the day has conclu

our strange connection never happened in the first place. But something deeper dri

for a drink?" I point to the selection of liquors on the rear shelf, whi

ssion in his eyes. Then he grins—a stunning fa

e nothin

nk-related chat. It's a step down a new route that may go anywhere. Griffin and I take turns pre

I am convinced of one thing: this is simply the spark that will light the flame betwee