Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

But then you start making out and she… um… then she grabs your… thing. Would that be bad?” Dean doesn’t reply. Nothing. Silence. Slowly I lower my hands and find him staring at me wide eyed, his cheeks turning red. “I knew it! It’s bad, right?!” My chest starts to hurt at the thought of causing Axel any sort of distress. “Oh my god. I’m the worst human ever!” Dean shakes his head, “It’s not that.” His words are choked and I’m about to ask him what he’s talking about when his gaze darts to the side. Slowly, so slowly, with all the color draining from my face, I turn and find my 17-year-old employee, Griff, standing just a few feet away, grinning. “Damn, Boss! You had yourself a weekend.” I spin back to my neighbor, “Dean!” He throws his hands up, “Sorry! I thought you knew he was here!” “How would I know that?!” my words are shrill, but I can’t help it. “He came in when you were making my drink!” Dean’s face is stuck somewhere between a laugh and a grimace. “I thought you saw!”