I have A Secret

I was at my favorite table in my go-to coffee shop when someone bumped into me, spilling my coffee all over my work. I turned to curse out whoever it was, and instantly recognized them. Damnit. It was the butch dom that had slid into my DMs a few weeks ago. Most women hated the crazy things strangers said to them in DMs, but I secretly loved it. Maybe they didn’t recognize me. I mean, I didn’t put my face on those hookup sites. Still, my tattoos were fairly recognizable, and it wouldn’t be hard to connect the dots.

“Shit, I am so sorry. Let me go grab some napkins,” they said quickly as they darted off. I jerked my sweatshirt off and started wiping up the coffee, hoping to save my notes. By the time they came back over, I had most of it cleaned up.

“God, I’m such an ass. Can I at least buy you another coffee?”

I looked up at them towering over me. Fuck, they were hot. There was something about that butch energy that twisted me up and drained me into a puddle of desire. “One coffee to make up for ruining all my notebooks,” I said sarcastically, trying to pull off cool disinterest.

They smirked, “How about a coffee and new books?”

“That’s a good offer, but I don’t know. I’ll have to think it over.”

“How about I get you that coffee while you ponder it?” they suggested as they looked at...