Chapter 100

Becky turned around and walked back to the coffee machine. Her pulse was pounding in her ears and her mouth was dry. What she had to speak to him about was making her nervous enough, but the fact that he was also the most attractive man she had ever been in the same vicinity of, was blanking her brain. She grabbed another cup and added hot water to it before repeating the grind, tamp, extract process. She turned to hand him the coffee only to find him standing right behind her. She jumped and in her fright, the hot coffee sloshed all down the front of her brand-new white shirt. “Shit,” she hissed at the same time as he said, “Fuck.” He grabbed the cup out of her hand and she immediately held the wet fabric away from her body, but her bra was soaked and the heat of the coffee burned her delicate skin. “Here,” Barry said, holding a cold wet cloth against her chest. She sucked in a breath, partly because of the cold against her overheated skin and partly because he was practically fondlin