Jesus fucking Christ

Emma had been running late, really really late. Only Ruby would throw a last minute break up party on a Sunday night which dragged on until 2 a.m and with lots of wine and whining about men.

Emma picked up her order of a venti skinny vanilla latte from Starbucks - the barista owner/worker who had turned more of a talking buddy – Mulan – raised her eyebrows and pointed towards the big round clock behind her to which Emma replied with a hurried smile and shrugging shoulders.

Holding her coffee, Emma turned around and bam. She had knocked head straight into a tall man, spilling the coffee all over herself in the process, as she cursed loudly causing a woman sitting with her toddler giving Emma a dirty look.

Emma looked up, getting ready to yell at the stranger, an easy vessel to get all her hangover and new client nerves out of her. But when her eyes met the deepest blue she had ever seen and holy shit that strong jawline covered with a nicely trimmed scruff, she hesitated. The man noticing her reaction to him, smirked. Of course he knew how insanely hot he was and had probably received this reaction from every woman he met, but Emma will not be one of them.

Regaining her composure, Emma crossed her arms and yelled, not caring for the woman beside her giving her dirty looks.

"What the fuck? Watch where you're going next time" Emma sneered and the man's left eyebrow ticked up in surprise. Take that coffee-spiller Emma thought, pleased at his reaction since of course he was expecting her to get all flabbergasted from his hotness and not yell at him for his mistake.

"It seems to me that you weren't the one paying attention as to your headings, love" the man spoke, his voice low and soft and are you kidding me! He had to have a stupid British accent!

"Oh please. Don't put the blame on me for your carelessness. You better pay for my coffee, smartass" Emma hissed, as she took a step forward, not trying to think about the way he smelled of the sea and rum and leather. Or how he had a scar on his cheek, and a black earing on one ear.

"Of course, love" he said, walking towards Mulan and giving out his order and Emma muttered "usual for me".

They both waited for their coffees in silence, Emma dabbing the front of her shirt with tissues Mulan gave her while the man ran his gaze from Emma's toes to her head. Seriously, she was late for this stupid new client meeting, and there was a huge visible coffee stain on her shirt.

Mulan placed Emma's coffee first on the table and the man reached for it the same time she did, causing their hands to collide. Emma retrieved hers immediately, and turned to the other side, not looking at him as she could feel his eyes on her.

He held out her coffee to her and Emma took it, careful not to touch him again.

"There are far easier ways to get a man to buy you coffee, love" he smirked, boiling Emma's blood. Who does he think he is? Does he really think Emma did all of this just to get him to buy her coffee?! Jerk.

Emma looked up in his blue eyes that had mischief written all over them and keeping his stare, firmly stated, "Fuck you" before she stomped out of the barista, leaving a very amused man watching her leave.

I don't know if I should continue?

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