Killer Prince Chapter Reveal
Chapter One
Noelle
“Good morning; welcome to The Snug. What can I get you?” I smile at the woman and her young daughter as they take their time choosing a treat and a drink.
“Oh, I don’t know,” the woman says, looking slightly embarrassed as they can’t decide. “What do you suggest?” She finally looks at me when the man behind her huffs out his impatience.
“Well”—my grin widens—“personally, I love these brown sugar muffins with a steaming cup of coffee or a cold glass of strawberry milk.” I wink at the little girl who giggles behind her book.
“Perfect, we’ll get that.” The mom smiles gratefully at me.
After ringing her up and getting them their treats, I drop all pretense of being cheery for the jerk with a scowl on his face.
“What can I get you?” His eyes roam across my chest with a lascivious look I could do without.
“You,” he chuckles. “Black coffee and a bran muffin,” he continues when he sees I don’t find his comment funny.
“It’ll be ready over there.” I point to the pickup station.
He scoffs. “You got theirs here. I don’t have time to wait because of their pickiness.”
“I made a special exception for them; they were cute. You’re not.” Ignoring him, I try to help the next customer when the man leans forward.
“Listen, you little bitch-”
He’s cut off by a hand squeezing the back of his neck. “Call her a bitch again. I dare you.” The hotty with the dirty-blond hair and soulful blue eyes who has been coming in here for a month now drawls in his ear.
“Get the fuck off me!” the detestable man snaps.
“Apologize first.” He must squeeze harder because the guy drops to his knees.
“Fuck,” the mean man murmurs. “I’m sorry.” Letting go as quickly as he latched on, the stranger stands back so the other can take his leave. Not without tossing a threatening glare my way first.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous says, keeping his focus on the other guy until he exits the shop.
“Not the first time I’ve run into a jerk, won’t be the last. But thank you. Now, what can I get for you? On me.” I share a genuine smile as he turns back to face me.
I’m ensnared by his startling dark cerulean gaze as his eyes rake over me from top to bottom. He’s inspecting me, I realize, and turn away slightly, knowing he’ll notice the bruise on my shoulder and neck that my shirt refuses to hide.
