The Feeling was Not Mutual

KAIBA'S POV

She was smiling when I came up to her, appearing so angelic. I could stare at her gorgeous smile for hours. "You put too much creamer in my coffee," I hissed at her and watched as she pouted her sweet pinkish lips in confusion. My heart knocked hard against my ribs when she leaned against the counter to reach for my cup of coffee, exposing more of her cleavage in that deep white V-neck shirt she was wearing. I inhaled her sweet fragrance, Coco Mademoiselle. What a classy touch, I thought.

"You said to put in three pumps of creamer, and I did just that," she told me. Her voice was so steaming sexy. She was so feisty and I love it!

I was holding up the line, but I didn't care. I needed an excuse to be close to her, "Fix it," I demanded. She gave me a look that told me that I was an asshole, but I only found it to be cute. My lips curved into a smile, dazzled by her lavender colored eyes and the way her sun-kissed skin glowed. She'd make a perfect lingerie model with that nice body.

She threw my cup of coffee away, grabbed an empty one to pour in some black coffee in front of me, and brought over the creamer to do three pumps of it right before my eyes.

"Here," she said, handing the cup to me. Now I had no other ways to convince her that she'd made my coffee wrong again.

I took it, my hands gently made contacts with hers. "Thank you," I said bitterly, annoyed. What was it about her that made me so crazy?

Perhaps I should be a normal guy and just ask her for her phone number, but what would be the fun in that? I brought my coffee over to a table by a window, admiring her discreetly behind a newspaper I had picked up earlier. What a beauty!

MAI's POV

That rich fucking idiot was at my work again. Every time was the same thing! He would come up to my counter and accuse me of making his coffee all wrong. It was a simple order, a cup of black coffee with three pumps of creamer. Yet, he always acted like I was incapable of making it.

However, today I did make his coffee a little differently. I spat in it!

A smile crossed my lips when he approached me as I was taking pleasure in the thought of my little secret ingredient to him. He reached the front of my counter, "You put too much creamer in my coffee," he hissed at me.

I pouted my lips, confused by his strange ways. What is wrong with this guy? I reached over to take his cup of coffee. He was taking in a deep breath as if he was trying to smell me. Urgh!

"You said to put in three pumps of creamer, and I did just that," I told him. He was holding up the line and didn't seem to care. I watched as customers stood impatiently behind him.

"Fix it," he demanded and blazed his piercing blue eyes at me.

I fumed my best "what-an-asshole" look at him, but strangely he took pleasure in it. His lips curved into a smiled and he seemed to be checking me out, making me feel so uneasy.

Desperate to get rid of him quick, I threw his cup of coffee away and placed a new one in front of him. I poured in some black coffee, and brought over the creamer to do three pumps, making sure he was looking.

"Here," I said as I handed him the cup of coffee. Our hands made contact, causing me to feel disgusted. I mentally reminded myself to wash my hands afterwards.

He thanked me, but sounded rather annoyed for some reason. Probably because he had no other ways to accuse me of making his coffee wrong since I did it in front of him.

` I watched as he carried his coffee away to a table by a window. He unfolded a newspaper, thinking it was clever enough to hide the fact that he was eyeing me. What a creep!