Trapped… So To Speak: The Coffee Shop’s Pink Blush

Kate was so glad to see Andrew walk into the door of the small coffee shop. It was the cozy warm mellow colored type that seemed to attract those who enjoyed specialty blends and quiet sitting space.

It was not easy to see who was inside, as each booth seemed to look like a cocoon of plush velvet. There were a few tables and a few bar styled stools. But most patrons preferred the booth and cocoon setup.

For Kate, it was a chance to hide from the bustle and noise of day to day work life and enjoy a savory rich brew to recharge.

With a barely audible soundtrack from a Motown record slipping through from the barrister station, Kate worked on her coffee and notes for her big presentation. Andrew, one of the guys on her team, had never been to this corner of the coffee scene before.

His lack of familiarity with how this particular store worked led Kate to believe that Andrew was either a rookie at the coffee game or used to the big block chain franchise model of coffee shops.

This specialty store favored building relationships with customers to know what their ideal cut of coffee was… and have it ready for them at their usual arrival.

While Kate could not explain her joy at seeing Andrew, she was curious about who he was. Handsome. Cute. Strong features. Nothing overstated. Calm. Collected. Cool. Different.

The man was very much a man of his word. From day one, he signaled his strength by not promising much and over delivering every single time. Plus, when Andrew said no, he stood by it. No matter the pressure. The boss hated that but respected that. Chances were great that if Andrew said no, there was a very solid reason why it was so.

That degree of confidence spoke to Kate. Especially if she ever found out the man was single. She wasn’t looking actively for a man but was extremely picky when it came to whom she allowed close.

To make matters worse for her prospects, her past experiences had made Kate ever so cautious about what men promised. Nearly all save two had let her down. This did not include her dad on the list.

Andrew, from his nervous position, ordered the various cups of coffee his teammates had ordered. This was not his natural scene. Andrew loved the quiet boutique nature of the place though. He could see himself hanging out here to read and study. Not too quiet, but just quiet enough to think but loud enough to keep you from getting lost in your thoughts without a parachute.

The ceiling suspended hammock chair was calling his name. Andrew felt the view overlooking the river towards the city provided just the scenic touch to help him set up his next meeting. Plus, it would help him meditate and clear his mind of all the lustful and shameful desires he had struggled with regarding Kate.

While waiting, might as well claim the hammock. On his way, Andrew’s eye caught the edge of a well exposed thigh. He didn’t want to look, as it was not polite for a gentleman to stare, leer, gawk, or break a neck.

With a quick glance, he stole a very short look only to have the smile of the woman lock his eyes.

It was Kate.

Oh sweet sensual seductively sexy Kate. Not that she did any of this on purpose. She dressed very professionally and appropriate for the work they did. Which usually meant being in casual attire. But, today was her day off. She dressed up for a date most likely.

Her smile was warm, full, inviting, and happy. As her usual, her pink lipstick was applied flawlessly. Her hand was signaling for him to join her. The room got strangely quiet as his heart raced an insane beat in his ears. The woman of his dreams, the flawlessly perfect woman of angelic grace, was inviting him to join her.

Not wanting to be rude, as he was only waiting for the order to be processed, Andrew nodded a polite agreement and joined Kate across the mini table that held her laptop.

The struggle to squelch his testosterone driven urge to check out her legs was causing a bit of uncomfortable swelling in his pants. Worse, she was blessed with ample… bossom. There was not enough table to hide his rise either. Fortunately, she locked eyes with his and they began the usual small talk they often did in the office.

The difference however was that her voice sounded more melodic, more relaxed, more silky. The words flowed with ease. As if they had been way more than just co-workers. Andrew loved that. He had always wanted to be more than just co-workers. Friendship was his realistic aim. Anything more was lunacy. But he just had no clue how he’d convince such a bombshell of a lady to allow him in her social circle.

While Andrew’s demeanor suggested that he was completely tuned into their conversation, which he pretty much was, there was a part of him tugging viciously at him to look down and find out just how short her skirt really was. Kate had toned legs that had curves to them. She once blamed it on genetics and carrying a lot of heavy things up a steep street in college.

While Andrew never fully understood just what that meant, he had a pretty good idea. Her muscular definition had shown up a time or two when they were doing some restructuring of a client space. Kate could carry with the best of the guys and had more stamina than most. Plus, she blended with the guys as if she was one of them.

The contrast between the tough girl image Kate used in the field and the funny girl in the office was not helping him deal with the very sexy lady that was before him.

Kate sat, amused by Andrew. The man stayed rock solid focused on polite conversation. He bantered well. He returned flirtation with casual charm. Never wavering. Never buckling. Sweet charming prince he was. While Kate normally would have nervously adjusted her hemline as soon as she had seen Andrew, her curiosity about his resolve had won the best of her.

Not that she was exposed in any way shape or form. The hemline hovered about mid thigh, which to her was where it should have landed when she sat down. However, in past encounters with guys, she alway tugged at her skirt to minimize the amount of distraction and unwanted attention.