Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty One

What the hell? He scolded himself. You’re not some horny teenager. He reminded himself. No staring down her blouse.

"What would you like me to get for you?" she repeated in that sexy voice of hers.

Damn, that mouth.

He dragged his fascinated gaze away from it with a strength that deserved a gold medal. But nothing, not even God Himself, could cleanse his mind of the acts those curves and lips elicited. Acts that left him throbbing and greedy.

"The usual" he said stupidly.

"Oh ermmm... I'm kinda new here." she said. "So I don't really know what your usual is"

"I know" he said, and grinned at her. He didn't know exactly what he expected from her, but he certainly wasn't prepared for her shy smile.

She had pale creamy skin and it suddenly bloomed with colour. Matt couldn’t remember any women of his acquaintance ever blushing. He found it quite entrancing.

He checked her left hand. No ring. Thank God. He thought.