After thinking long and hard about my business decision, I decided to take the investors up on their offer.

Jack said I was being ridiculous, and I could afford to lose out on forty percent when I was still receiving the full sixty. He was right, and maybe I was just being a little greedy. Realistically, they deserved it as they were going to make the new range sell. I just hope I'm right about that, and don't regret it.

"So, now you've made that huge decision can we talk about what's actually rattled your cage today?"

He was good. Maybe that's why he was a counsellor? He could read people perfectly. But the thought of talking about the sweet angel in the coffee shop shook my insides into a ball of nerves. He would laugh, and I would have to face the terrifying thoughts that she has deeper reasons to be scared of me than a current boyfriend. I couldn't get the sadness out of her eyes, and the fear when she turned to the door and ran.

I knew fear when I saw it, and I wasn't letting this go. Maybe I should talk about it to Jack?

"Well?"

"I met this girl today"

"I knew it!"

"Calm down. She ran after introducing herself."

He eyed me cautiously.

"What did you do?"

"Thanks."

He opened his mouth wide and put his hands up to say he didn't mean it like that, but I can't help feeling like I already did something wrong.

"Look she just picked her daughter up, and ran"

"But I could see the fear in her eyes"

Jacks face was marred with concern, and it took him a while to respond.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or something?"

"Already thought that. There was a mark where she used to wear a ring. So unless she's got a new boyfriend, I'd say she's divorced"

"What you thinking?"

It took me a while to form the words, because I knew I'd sound hysterical and stupid. I let an exasperated breath out before I spoke, and looked down at the table.

"What if she has reason to be scared like that? I didn't do anything jack. I literally just introduced myself, and made conversation with her child"

"Maybe you just scared her, getting all friendly with her child like you were a couple or something. I don't know bro, I get your skepticism though."

He shrugged, and sipped on his pint.

"Maybe I'm just stupid, and I'm thinking about a woman who wasn't interested in me like I was her"

I sighed, and finished my drink before exiting for the bar.

I stride over with even more intention to get fucked than I planned. I'd met her only a few hours ago, and I was trying to rack my brain for answers on why she ran away.

Jesus, Nate. She wasn't your wife. She was someone in a coffee shop.

Sad thing is she wasn't just someone in a coffee shop, because she was beautiful; eyes that lit her whole face up like a star in the sky, and hair that fell perfectly down her chest. I couldn't fault her if I tried, and yet I didn't even know her.

I raked my hands through my disheveled hair, and waited for my order. Two whiskey shots, and a beer each for me and Jack. It was Saturday, so why not? The office wasn't open Sunday's.

The waitress passed my overflowing drinks on a tray, and as I carefully grabbed them, I swivelled my head to walk back to the table noticing a glimpse of the sapphire eyes I couldn't get out my head.

Jet black lashes fanning her rosy red, makeup enveloped cheeks; Slick, soft, brunette strands disappearing down her back; Tight dark blue jeans accentuating her beautiful curves; and her tiny frame was slightly taller from her heels. The woman looked as incredible as she did earlier.

I halted in my tracks, and took in the breathtaking sight aligned with my eyes. I couldn't suppress the smirk growing as she got closer.

When she noticed me her face became stone. Every muscle, feature, movement, had stopped. Her mouth was slightly parted after she'd swallowed hard from seeing me. Her friend was talking to her, but she wasn't listening. Instead she was focused on me, whom was shaking in fear that I had actually been the reason she ran. The expression marred on her face was evident I wasn't someone she wanted to see, but why? What had I done wrong?

I gave her a sad smile, and walked over to the table. The look on Jacks face tells me he saw that, and I knew he was going to pester me till I told him.

Perching myself in my seat, I let my gaze fall to her and was surprised to see her watching me; her breathing was heavy from the rapid rise of her chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Our eyes had locked, and our gaze was so intense, so full of lust, passion, and need, you would need a magical spell to break the trance we were both in. I noticed as she bit her lip, swallowed again, and turned her face away in one swift movement.

My heart sank when she was no longer gazing back at me, and I waited a while before turning back to Jack who had been saying my name for the past minute.

"Nate?

"Nate!"

He clicked his fingers in my face, to check my responsiveness, and I whacked his arm away.

"What?" My tone was firm. A clipped response. I didn't mean to be so aggressive with him.

"Sorry"

"It's cool, I'm going to presume the cute brunette is the girl from the coffee shop?"

"Yep"

"Will have to call her coffee girl until you tell me her name"

"Daisy"

"Cute name for a cutie like that"

I snarled at his comment. Yes she was cute, but that meant he'd checked her out enough to know.

"What?"

"Don't look at her"

His laughter roared through the loud bar, and a few heads turned our way.

"So we not getting laid tonight then? Unless you planning on taking Daisy, and maybe I can have her hot friend"

"Shut up"

His comment had flared thoughts of a naked Daisy under me as I devoured her tiny, curvy body. She must of only been around five foot 4, and had perfect curves. She'd have to tiptoe just to press her lips on mine.

The image of our lips crushed together in a passionate embrace made my cock twitch. God I wanted that so bad.

I was then reminded with the reality of the situation, and the anger that burnt inside me caused me to make a drastic decision. I shot up, and treaded straight over to small frame leaning over the bar. Her bare skin was showing on her back where her top had slightly rose up, and I took in how soft it looked.

I was right behind her and she hadn't noticed, so I placed my hand on her back and said, "Daisy"