CHAPTER SEVEN

Sabrina’s POV

“I hope you didn't spit into the coffee cup after I turned my back” Mr Hottie said the moment I placed his order on the table.

“I'm a professional sir and would never do that” I stated forcefully, already feeling annoyed.

“Oh don't get yourself all riled up, I was only kidding”

“With all due respect sir, that was an expensive joke that could cost me my job if someone had heard you” I hissed

“You are right, that was out of line and I am sorry about that” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace, before picking up his coffee and taking a sip. He took a minute to savor the taste before gulping down the rest of the content in one swoop.

“You make a mean cup of coffee, this tastes really good, welldone.” If he thought his commendation would ease the sting of his poor attempt to joke, he had something else coming.

“Thank you, I guess.” I replied grudgingly, still a little pissed at him.

“Why don't you take a seat?” He gestured to the chair across from him.

“I don't