Mia
Mia sipped her coffee as she stared into her backyard. A dark shadow hovered above her like a storm cloud after the events of Saturday afternoon. She hadn’t slept very well the last two nights because of it. Her fingers traced the seam of her lips. The passion of that kiss was unlike anything Mia had experienced before. Andre’s lips were softer than she’d expected. His hands were rough and calloused from a lifetime of physical labor. She’d felt safe with him for a fleeting moment. He’d bullied her, pushed her beyond her limits, and then he’d saved her.
Why? A niggling feeling deep down told her that he was a good man, that his walls were only reinforced around her because he felt the energy between them. Because he is scared.
He’d offered her the temporary escape she craved. Why had she stopped him? Her body was certainly on board with the idea. Her self-worth, of course. What kind of message would it send to him if she gave in to the magnetic pull of their bodies while letting him treat her like crap? Obviously, it had been a good call. He’d opened his mouth and ruined the mood with his reminder that she attracted bad energy. Nothing could ever come of it anyway.
The doorbell chimed, and Mia set down her coffee as she went to answer it. She had just rolled out of bed, skipping her run this morning, opting for a day of doing nothing. Her anxiety was always higher after an event that triggered her. Being pulled off a cliff into the depths of a dark ocean with unknown creatures lurking around definitely qualified. Today was about self-care . . . and finding a new contractor, right after she called Mikel. The sooner she got this place done, the better. She was on a deadline with no room for error.
His dark bulky frame was evident behind the thick glass door. Andre was here. Drawing in a deep breath, Mia opened it, still wearing her silk pajamas.
Andre’s eyes raked over her as he sucked in his bottom lip, biting down. He was in his running shorts without a shirt. Sweat beaded on his sculpted dark-brown chest. Mia squeezed her thighs together, trying to stifle the heat that blossomed there.
“Hey,” she said.
“Can we talk?” he asked, meeting her gaze.
She nodded and walked inside as he trailed behind her and shut the door.
She pulled another mug from her cupboard. “Coffee?”
“Sure.”
Mia filled the ceramic mug with hot liquid as she breathed in the earthy aroma. “How do you take it?” she asked.
“Black is fine.”
Mia motioned to her barstool around the island and he sat as she set the steaming cup in front of him.
“Thank you,” he said.
They both sipped their coffee in silence. Was he here about the kiss?
Andre set down his mug. “I wanted to apologize again about my behavior. It was unprofessional and well . . . I’ve been an asshole.”
Mia smiled. “Thank you. I accept your apology. It seems we bring out the fire in each other.”
“If you want me off the renovation, I’ll stay away if it means that Mikel can keep you as a client. I was hoping you’d reconsider terminating the contract,” Andre said, tracing his thumb over the rim of the coffee mug.
Oh, so this visit was about keeping his job, not the kiss.
She studied him while she thought it through. Had she overreacted? Could she give him one more chance? “If you continue to act professionally, and you respect my boundaries, I don’t see why you can’t have another chance. Despite our differences, your team is doing a great job from what I can tell.”
Not to mention I really need this project finished at the agreed-upon date. October is right around the corner.
Andre’s shoulders visibly relaxed as his lips turned up into a hesitant smile. “Thank you, Mia.”
“You’re welcome.”
He stood. “Thank you for the coffee. I better head back so I can get to work on time. Wouldn’t want my client unhappy.” He smirked.
Was he flirting?
“Well, it’s a good thing there are a few ways to make this one happy.” She tested the waters.
Andre looked at her breasts. Unhelpfully, her nipples grew hard beneath the thin soft fabric, and his gaze. He bit his bottom lip again.
“I’ll see you later,” he said, before darting out the door.
Mia shook her head. She’d never met a more stubborn man.
***
Mia headed into the Stardust Café later that afternoon. She’d been craving one of Remy’s lavender scones and finally given in. As she entered the café, the aroma of coffee and sweet pastries enveloped her senses, making her mouth water.
“Mia!” Remy excitedly greeted her as she walked from behind the counter to give her a hug.
“Remy. How is the café going?”
Remy released her. “I’m hanging in there. Business has picked up with the tourists coming through and wedding season upon us. I’m catering for an event this Saturday. How about you? I need to get your number. I wanted to check in on you but make sure it was alright before I stole your number from Jasmine.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Remy pulled out her phone and Mia rattled off her number.
“I’m so sorry about what happened. I’m glad Dre was there to help.” Remy offered her a friendly smile, putting the phone back in her pocket.
Mia’s phone pinged from an incoming text. “Yeah, me too.”
“Speak of the devil,” Remy said, her focus on the doorway behind Mia. Mia turned, catching Andre’s gaze as he approached them.
“Hey, big brother. You want the usual?” Remy asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, not taking his eyes off Mia.
“What can I get you, Mia?” Remy asked.
“One of your lavender scones and a black coffee to go, please,” Mia answered.
Remy got to work filling their orders, leaving them to wait. The whirring sound of the coffee machine and the low conversation of a few other guests were the only noises in the establishment.
After a few moments, Mia said, “I’m addicted to your sister’s scones.”
“She’s a great baker.” He rocked back on his heels and put his hands in his pockets.
There was more silence as his eyes looked anywhere but at her. Okay, this is awkward.
Remy rescued them by finally returning with coffee and bakery bags full of goodies. “Here you go.”
Andre put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter as Mia dug in her wallet for a ten.
“Oh! Mia, I almost forgot. Sunday is Lyra’s birthday party. We’d love it if you could come.” Remy smiled up at her.
Mia looked to Andre. His eyes flickered. His words from a couple nights ago came back to her. He didn’t want her around his friends.
“I’ll have to see. I’m busy with a few projects, but go ahead and text me the details,” Mia answered handing her the money before taking her items and leaving.
***
The rest of the week, Mia opted to work from home, avoiding Andre because that was what he’d asked for, but also because she got so confused around him. He was sending her mixed signals. Obviously, he was trying to be polite, but now it seemed almost unnatural. They just needed to have a conversation and clear this up. That kiss was the elephant in the room, and if he wasn’t going to get to the bottom of this, she would. Mostly because her thoughts had strayed too much remembering the feel of his lips, and the taste of his tongue. The way he’d groaned when he . . . Okay, enough. She checked the clock. It was almost time for the guys to be done at the studio. If she left right now, she’d make it in time.
Mia walked into the future home of her yoga studio. The smell of sawdust and paint made it all so real. Pride squeezed her chest. She was actually doing this. On her own. She was making her dreams come true and honoring her parents’ sacrifice.
“Hey, Miss Garcia,” Tom said.
“Good evening. How is your family doing?”
“Great. Thanks for asking. You looking for Mikel? He’s already left for the day. I’m about to head home myself.” He shrugged the tool belt over his shoulder. “Andre’s the only one here. He’s in the room that will be your office.”
“Okay, thanks. Have a good night.” She nodded.
“You too,” Tom said before he walked out the door.
Mia walked down the hall, taking in the changes she’d missed that week. Almost every area had been sheetrocked and mudded.
The door to the office was open, the light on as Andre sat in a folding chair, flipping through a stack of papers. His work pants were covered in little white specks of what she assumed was mud. His hands had white bits of the plaster contrasting with his dark skin. The evidence of his hard day’s work all over his body did her in. It reminded her of all the times her father came in from a long day on their ranch. Her mother would pull off his boots and wash his feet. In turn, he’d do the same for her. Their marriage was a partnership, both working hard to build a life for Mia.
Andre glanced up at her, as his hands stilled. “Did you need something?”
Oh, right. The fact that she couldn’t get him off her mind and she needed an outlet for all the stress in her life.
She walked the rest of the way into the office as he stood, setting the papers on the chair behind him.
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about last weekend,” she answered, stepping closer. She searched his eyes, hoping he’d understand.
“Which part?” he asked, staring at her mouth.
Yes, that one.
“You kissed me.” Her voice came out breathier than she’d intended.
Andre bit his bottom lip. His chest rose and fell more rapidly.
Mia ran her hand over the side of his jaw, the electricity immediately flowing. “Do you feel this energy between us too?” She wasn’t asking for anything except sharing their bodies. That was all she could afford to do anyway. The chemistry of the kiss promised an experience she wouldn’t regret. She needed that escape.
“Yes,” he said, though it was part tortured groan.
She leaned her mouth closer to his, waiting for him to make the decision, to give in to the lust-fueled fire between them.
“But . . .” he said, his words tickling her sensitive lips.
“But?” she asked.
“It was a mistake in a moment of weakness and it won’t happen again,” Andre said, stepping back from her, every muscle tense. The lust was still evident in his eyes as his walls were reinforced.
Her anger and frustration rose. “Why are you punishing yourself?”
“I’m just not into you like that,” he defended.
“Your eyes say different. The way you kissed me tells me you’re a liar. What would have happened if I didn’t stop that kiss?” she asked.
His jaw clenched as he stared at the drop cloth on the floor, not responding.
He left her hanging. How had she ended up embarrassed and vulnerable by this man again? She needed to take control of the situation and protect her pride. “You want to play indifferent? Fine. You wanted space? I’ll give you that too.” She turned to storm out, but he grabbed her arm. She faced him, anger blazing through her as she waited for his response.
Andre didn’t move, his posture growing even more rigid. It was as if the man were made of stone.
“What?” she yelled.
He winced. “I told you to stay away from my friends—”
“Ugh! Eres mas terco que una mula!” Mia said as she yanked her arm away and stomped out of her studio to her car.
The man was insufferable.