Prologue

She Meets the Trouble Maker

Ah, another Tuesday and another trip to the Java Hut for my usual large cup of coffee with cream and sugar. I made this trip every day for the same thing. I could easily have an assistant go and get my coffee for me, after all I was Ethan Carter III but no, I wanted to get my own damn coffee today. There was also another reason why I wanted to come to the Java Hut today. I knew that she would be working today. I drove myself to the Java Hut in my Maserati and parked. I climbed out of my car and entered the quaint coffee shop. I stood in line and waited my turn, I glanced at the front counter at the barista that would be helping me. I smiled internally but kept my face relaxed. There she was. She was running around pouring coffee and making orders. As I got closer I took a better look at her. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail, some hairs were coming out of place and she kept trying to move them out of her face. It was rather cute. Her glasses kept falling down her nose and she would push them up every now and then. Every time I came in here and saw her, I noticed another detail about her that I liked. There was something about this barista...

"May I take your order?" the cashier asked. I noticed her eyeing me like a piece of meat. She was clearly interested in me and I can't say that I blamed her but I wasn't paying her any attention. She was not the reason I was here.

"Yeah, large coffee, four creams and six sugars please." I casually handed my platinum credit card to the cashier and paid for my drink. I noticed the slight dejection in the cashiers' face when I didn't pick up on her flirting. Again, I didn't care. I had my thoughts focused on someone else. I went over to the waiting area to watch the barista make my drink and to watch her a little closer. She read the order and got to work making my drink. She turned around and bent down to get more creamer. Her ass looked amazing in those khaki pants she wore. She added the creamer and then turned around to give me the drink. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she looked at me. I couldn't tell if she was scared or impressed by what she saw. I secretly hoped that it was impressed.

"Um, large coffee cream and sugar?" she squeaked out.

"Right here, Miss." I said looking at her. She smiled shyly as she passed me the drink. I reached for the cup and my hand brushed hers and I watched her smile. I took a quick sip and instantly grimaced. I watched her smile instantly fall.

"I'm sorry but I think you may have forgotten the sugar."

"O my God! I am so sorry, sir!" She took my coffee and poured it out. She grabbed another cup and made another fresh cup. She bent down and got more creamer, which made me grin. She added the sugar and then passed the cup back to me. "Here you are, sir. I am so sorry about that."

I looked at her nametag. It read Dayna and it had little butterfly stickers all over it. I smiled and took the cup from her again, making sure to touch her hand again. "Thank you, Dayna."

"No problem. I hope it is to your liking."

"I'm sure that it will be." I took a slow sip while gazing at Dayna. I watched her cheeks turn pink. "Delicious. You do great work."

"Um, thank you, Sir." She said quietly

"No, thank you." I slipped her a folded up $100 dollar bill. I gave her a wink before walking away and out of the door. I sat in my car and sipped the coffee. I thought about the young barista, Dayna. She wasn't like the other women that I saw and knew. They always flaunted their beauty, sometimes way too much. Dayna on the other hand, I could tell that she had no clue how beautiful she was. Even with her work uniform, I could tell that she downplayed her beauty and her sex appeal. I started my car and got ready to leave, even more excited to get for the next time I would be able to return and get another cup of coffee and hopefully be able to talk to Dayna a little more.