Boss Daddies by Lisa Cullen EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lisa Cullen
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance
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LUNA
“I ’m sorry but I just don’t believe you.”
The words washed over me like the first burst of a cold shower on
a hot summer’s day. It took all of my self-restraint to keep the smile on
my face as the growing warmth from the cup in my hand teetered towards
painful.
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“I can assure you,” I replied as sweetly as I could manage, “I definitely
used oat milk.”
“I was watching you,” the customer replied, “and I didn’t see you use that
oat carton at all.” The lilt in her voice matched the sharp way she pointed a
manicured blue-tipped finger at me. The tart disbelief in her tone was
abundant and as we stared each other down, I knew I didn’t have a chance in
hell of winning this argument. I could have made this drink right in front of
her salmon-spectacle-clad eyes and it wouldn’t have been good enough.
Judging by the purse of her lips and the blonde bob of her hair, I was pretty
sure she was simply spoiling for an argument.
“Ma’am, as you can see, we’re really busy today and I’m having to make
multiple drinks at the same time—”
“That’s not my problem!” She cut in with such glee that I had to fight the
reflexive urge to toss the cup at her and storm away.
“I understand that, I’m just trying to explain that you’ve seen me making
other drinks—”
“I don’t care,” she interrupted again. Her raised voice caused several
seated patrons to glance up from their various drinks and meals to check out
the commotion. Fuck. The muscles in my face were already aching from my
forced smile and keeping that up with an audience was even harder.
“I want another coffee. Made correctly this time.” Her beady eyes
narrowed behind her glasses, and for a few seconds, I entertained the rather
abrupt intrusive thought of dragging her over the counter and giving her a
close-up view of the difference between our milk cartons.
That fantasy would be my only retribution today.
“Right away, ma’am.”
I didn’t miss the victorious smirk that curved across her lips as I turned
away, and the image burned into my mind as I discarded the oat latte—and it
was oat, we may be busy but I made that drink correctly—and started on
another. Unsatisfied groans about the extended wait rose up from the queue
that had formed behind Mrs. Oat Milk during her little rant. The sound sent a
wave of burning, embarrassed heat across the back of my neck and down my
spine.
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