It's Miss...

I turned around and took a deep breath, luckily enough for me he had just found his way to the bathroom to dry off so I had a few minutes to pull myself together. What was wrong with me. Growing up with two older brothers, who tended to ALWAYS have the most gorgeous of friends (luckily for me), I usually knew how to stay cool and collected, not a complete disaster around amazingly sexy men. But there was just something about him. I made his coffee, large, two sugars, and then grabbed a blueberry muffin from the case and placed it nicely in the center of a plate. Just as he was walking back up the hall from the bathroom, I set them down on a table near the window, and then made my way back behind the counter.

“I’m Andrew, by the way” he said looking over at me, smiling as he took his seat. My god, his teeth were amazing too.

“Jessica” I say smiling then motion over to the corner, “and that’s Daisy,” I said laughing as she wagged her tail, staying put in her bed.

“Are you new here?” he asked, turning his chair towards me now as he sipped on his coffee “Since this place opened, I usually stop in Saturday mornings after my run, but I know I would have remembered if the girl making the coffee was as pretty as you.”

I laughed now, trying to play it cool, but I could tell my cheeks were officially fifty shades of red. Who was this guy? And Why was he making my mind and body act like I’ve never been around someone from the opposite sex before! “Not completely new, just new to the morning shift, Maureen and Emmett are away, so they asked me to come in a little earlier than usual, I started working here after I moved to town a little while ago.” I stopped myself there, realizing he probably didn’t care about my whole back story, just wanted to know who was making his coffee.

“Well welcome to town, and to my Saturday morning ritual” Andrew said, flashing me that perfect smile again, “maybe you’ll let me take you out some time and show you around town, if you haven’t had the opportunity yet.”

“I would like that” I replied, probably a little too quickly and eagerly, I laughed turning around and rolled my eyes, what was wrong with me. When I turned around I jumped a little, startled to see him standing at the counter again, only a few feet away from me, placing down his empty plate and cup, and winking before turning to the door. “Hopefully I’ll see you around soon Mrs. Jessica.”

“It’s Miss, and yea hopefully”

“I was hoping it would be” he added with a wink, “see you soon.” And then he was out the door, and I found myself starring out the window until I couldn’t see him anymore.

Saturday* Morning, Rain is Fallin'

I woke up at 5, dragging myself out of bed for my early morning at work. Usually I did not have to be there until 8 but today was different. It was a cold Saturday morning, Maureen and Emmett were out of town visiting their son and had asked me to cover the whole café for the weekend. I was to open at six, and get the coffee and food ready as usual, for the regular customers that start pouring into the café around 7. Luckily, because of the unusually cold and rainy august weather I knew it was not going to be a busy day at all.

Getting out of bed for work this morning was a little harder than usual, but I knew if I didn’t then I would just stay here all day, and working was better than spending my Saturday alone in bed. I quickly changed into a pair of tight yoga pants, my light blue V-neck work shirt with “Déjà Brew” printed across it and my black converse and I was essentially ready to go. I brushed my long auburn brown hair and tied it up in a braid to keep it off my face and be sanitary enough at the café. After brushing my teeth and throwing on my usual light makeup, that consisted only of a quick swipe of liquid eyeliner on my top eye lid, and some mascara, all topped off by a nude/pink color lipstick, I was ready to go. I grabbed my umbrella and the dog leash, setting them by the door while I searched around for a book and magazine to bring to keep me busy while work was slow. Within seconds of hearing the jingle from the end of the leash, Daisy was out of bed and at my feet. That was another perk to this job by the way, Daisy was allowed to hang out around the café dining area as long as she was calm and nice, which of course she was, what golden retrievers aren’t? Usually on a nice day I would leave her outside, where she loved greeting customers, but with the rain today she would just have to sleep on her bed in the corner instead.  I stuffed my reading material into a small black backpack, tossing my keys and wallet inside and headed for the door. After getting daisy on the leash and locking up the house we were on our way. Thankfully I have one of those tacky gigantic golf umbrellas and the café was only a two minute walk otherwise we would have been soaked from the early morning down poor.

Once at the café I started turning all the coffee machines on and to prepare the food we kept in display cases under the front counters. After everything seemed set I turn the closed sign in the door to open, poured Daisy some water then grabbed my book out of my bag and settled down to get through the slow morning ahead of me.

A few hours and only a handful of customers went by and I was about to call it an early day and close the place up when I heard the door open. I put my book down and turned around to be of assistance. It was then that I first saw him. He was soaked from the rain, in running shorts and a t-shirt; both were clinging very nicely to his toned body. I must have looked shocked or a little distracted by how nicely he looked because he laughed a little and it was then I realized I was staring. My head shot up and so did the color in my cheeks. Giggling a little I walked to the cash register and smiled “Good morning, what can I get you?” 

The deep sexy voice that came out of his mouth next distracted me almost as much as his appearance and it took a moment for my brain to register what he had just ordered.  

The Mistress

We all know about the women in movies, books, or in real life who hook up with married men. Then in the end these ladies expect the man to leave their wives and start a new life with their former mistress. And I am pretty sure we all can agree, that while viewing their situations as an outsider, we all come to one conclusion, that the home wrecking mistress is in fact, stupid. However, what if you were the women on the inside of that situation? What if you were the mistress? I know many of you probably just subconsciously thought, “I would never be”, and I thought that too, at least I used to, until I met Andrew. Now I am the women on the other side of the stick. Let me rewind though, about three months and fill you in, then maybe, just maybe, you won’t think I am the stupid home wrecking mistress you probably think I am right now. 

When I moved to Connecticut, I thought it would be a good fresh start. I had a lot of money saved up and a good job lined up.  That was until I got here however, and soon realized I would never actually have the right amount of money I needed and my plan was quite faulty. Come September I would be starting at a local elementary school, officially beginning my career as a kindergarten teacher. All I had to do was spend my money wisely until September and I could last without having to pick up a second job until then. My plan seemed foolproof. At least it did until I moved in and accidentally bumped a piece of furniture into the wall and created a mini-ish hole. Extra cash I didn’t account for, down the drain. Then everything started to seem to go downhill, especially my bank account.  A week after the move, the kitchen sink faucet broke. And shortly after that my dog needed surgery on her leg. Suddenly many boxes of wine seemed necessary, and before I knew it, my finances were at an all-time low and I needed to do something about it. That’s when I came across a small Greek deli that was newly opened up the road from my house. I had wandered in a few times when walking Daisy, my golden retriever, to grab a cup of coffee. I introduced myself to the lady working there eventually, once my morning coffees there started to become a ritual. I shortly learned that Maureen owned the café with her husband, Emmett. They too were new to town and opened the café only two months before I moved into my house. I quickly befriended Maureen, and while Emmett manned the café on not so busy mornings, she started to join me and Daisy for our morning walks. I am not one to complain about my situation but after mentioning the tight money and barely making it through the summer, Maureen had offered me a job. I was delighted to take it and couldn’t thank her enough. And so from July to September I was now working the cash register at a local café with my only two friends in town. I never expected to fall in love because of the job. And I definitely never expected it to be with a married man. But that is what happened.