“I’m going on break in a few minutes and I’ll come over and get some Sammy hugs,” Emma replied. Grace grinned, knowing that meant she’d get to drink her coffee in peace while Emma distracted and played with the little boy.
Emma turned back to the job at hand. Walking up to the counter was her favorite customer. She felt her stomach flutter and she made sure her hat was on straight. This was usually the best part of her entire day.
Mr. Jackson Weathers owned W&W BabyCo. She knew he had to be worth billions, yet he always came and ordered coffee from her on his way up to his office. She took it as a compliment, given that most of his senior staff simply had it delivered to the top floor.
“Good morning, Mr. Weathers,” Emma greeted him warmly. “How are you today?”
“I’m great,” he assured her, flashing his trademark smile. The man was gorgeous. Her knees went a little weak. She couldn’t help it. The man was absurdly good looking. He was tall, with strong shoulders that told her he worked out. She’d seen him run in wearing gym clothes and knew that he really did have a great physique under his suit. There was no shoulder padding accentuating his body.
His hair looked like a Disney artist drew it every morning. The medium blond hair was always perfectly styled and just tousled enough to make her want to run her fingers through it. Bright green eyes sparkled at her when he smiled, and that was her real weakness. That sparkle.
He was all charm and sparkle.
He was also the most notorious playboy and flirt she’d ever met. She’d seen way too many gorgeous women on his arm to even think she ever had a chance. He liked to flirt with her, but she knew it was just for fun.
He would never seriously date a nobody like her.
“Your usual?” she asked him, smiling back at him. Even though he was so out of her league they were playing different sports, she could still enjoy their morning conversation.
“Yes, please,” he replied.
“One grande Americano, extra shot, two pumps cinnamon dolce,” she called out.
“How do you remember everyone’s order?” he asked her, looking impressed. He leaned against the counter. Every movement was easy and meant to attract her.
She shrugged. “How do you remember your date’s names? Practice.”
He laughed. “Ouch.”
She shrugged. “I call it like I see it,” she teased him.
He grinned. “Maybe I should take you out to dinner. I think I can remember your name. Betsy? Olga? Helga. Definitely Helga.”
“Me?” She chuckled. They had this conversation at least once a month. “I thought that you were currently working your way through the New York Ballet. I’m afraid I am not currently a member.”
“Could have fooled me,” he told her, flashing her that grin again. Her heart fluttered. Flirting with a professional flirt was fun.
“Do you want a cookie or something?” she asked him. “You already made your order.”
“You trying to get rid of me?” he asked. He glanced behind him at the empty coffee shop. “It’s not like I’m holding up the line.”
“Maybe I have a hot date,” she told him. She liked the way his brow tensed slightly. It was almost like he was jealous.
“A hot date at ten in the morning?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I can have a hot date whenever I want.”
His green eyes narrowed. “He wouldn’t happen to be about one foot tall, twenty pounds and has a love of drool?”
“I can’t help the men I date,” she replied. “And I happen to find short, chubby, mama’s boys adorable. The kisses are out of this world.”
Mr. Weathers laughed, making Emma’s stomach tighten with lust. He had a great laugh. It was no wonder that women fell over themselves to sleep with him. He was smart, funny, good looking, and sexy as hell.
The fact that the women never stayed long said that he didn’t like commitment. He was just in it for the fun. She could never date a man like that.
“I’m afraid I don’t see the appeal,” he said. “I like my dates a little older.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, my baby dates aren’t so good at fancy restaurants. Definite downside.”