The bell above the cafe door chimed. I didn't need to look up to know it was him. For the fifteenth time this week, the shadow had returned.
He sat at the same corner table. He was wearing a suit that cost more than I made in a year. He was handsome, but it was a dangerous kind of beauty. His eyes were dark and heavy. They didn't just look at me; they searched me.
He ordered one black coffee and sat there for hours, watching every move I made. I could feel his gaze like a physical weight on my skin. When I leaned over to pick up a fallen napkin, I felt his eyes track the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips. It made my breath hitch. He wasn't even trying to be subtle. He watched me steam the milk, he watched me ring up customers, and he watched me every time I tucked a stray hair b
