Novels by Angela Derscha

Keith, Grande Latte Cafe, Lobby- 8:32 AM~~~A few days have passed since Abigail and I acted on our impulses. Things have been...strained to say the least. See, she's convinced that the only reason she has a job is that we had sex. And she refuses to listen to my pleas. Yes, we indeed hooked up around the same time as her new position, but they aren't connected.Abigail doesn't believe me, despite our 'disciplinary meeting'. Since then, I've texted her, called her, and tried to engage her in various conversations at work, but alas, she has avoided me successfully for days.To be honest, I thought it was a kink game at first. So I began teasing her during any spare time she had between work and personal errands. This made her block my number and slap my face. Hard. Maybe...this is the end of our 'relationship'. Although I'm not sure we were really in one to begin with. Finally, I've had enough. I decide to find out what the fuck is going on, once and for all.When she brushes past m

Keith, Grande Latte Cafe, Office- 8:00 AM~~~Well, I completely failed my vow to be professional around Abigail. But it was damn worth it! Seeing her face light up when I offered her that new position, and then the look of satisfaction while tasting those treats, broke my willpower. I couldn't fucking resist her anymore.When she walked through the doors six months ago, I knew she was trouble. long, natural red hair, full, soft lips, hazel eyes, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had swagger, walking around like she owned the place and demanding to know what happened to the old bakery.After an intense hour, she calmed down and accepted a barista position with us, and I developed a deep attraction for her. In that time frame, neither her sassy attitude nor my attraction has changed.Except now, I've tasted her, and I want more."Mm, as much as I'd love that," Abigail giggles. "Don't we both have jobs to do?" She tries to get off the desk, and I push her back down.I silence her with

Abigail, outside of Grande Latte Cafe- 6:30 AM~~~The next few days go by in a blur as I wallow in self-pity over what happened. How could I be so stupid? Keith always acts like this, so why did it bother me so much? Is it because I hoped one day he would rip my clothes off and fuck me across the countertop so hard that I would cry out in ecstasy? Probably.Or it could be that I want him to understand our position. That more goes on behind the counter than he realizes, and if he would pull his head out of his ass, he would see that.I arrive a bit early, since he didn't give me a definitive time frame, and send him a message.I'm here, where would you like me, sir?He responds immediately.In my office. Door's unlocked.Rolling my eyes, I exit my vehicle and walk into the shop. Hoping that this "talk" goes well.~~~Keith's in his office, like always, tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk. When he sees me, he points at the chair in front of him and orders, "Sit."Dammit, why do

Abigail, Grande Latte Cafe- 9:30 PM~~~Ugh, finally, the day is almost over! It's Friday, so that means I made it through another week. I think to myself, sighing heavily in relief. You see, I'm employed as a barista for a trendy cafe that took over a bakery that went bankrupt, and ever since then, I've had no damn social life.My job, the Grande Latte Cafe, closes every night at 10:00 PM and reopens every morning at 7:00 AM, except for Saturday and Sunday. My manager, Keith, says that people must have lives outside of work to socialize, party, or hook up. Which is hilarious, because he doesn't practice what he preaches! He's here more than most of us, and I've occasionally caught glimpses of him in the building when it's closed.Plus, he treats all of the women who work here like we don't exist if we aren't performing tasks for him. So forgive me if I find his ideology baffling.The idea of a life that doesn’t involve this place is shocking. Long hours, moderate pay, and a demanding