Claimed by my Best Friend's Brother

Chapter Four

Daisy's POV

I snort loudly at Noah’s words, which are ludicrous as he well knows. My best friend’s mother is possibly one of the world’s most amazing mums, and as the daughter of a not so great mum, I should know.

When I first made friends with Seona, her mother had welcomed me as one of her own, stepping into the void that my own mother had made when she learned how my father and I had been left as a baby. The closest thing I had ever had to a mother of my own, she opened the doors to her home to me every time without a second thought. She was the one who bought me pads when I started my period and was too embarrassed to tell my dad, she took me shopping for my prom dress with Seona, gushing over us as we modelled each option. she was also the one that held me tightly during my father’s funeral, not letting me go until they lowered his coffin into the ground. Despite Noah’s words, she is also one of the most gentle and caring people and I know for a fact she has never once raised a hand to her kids, even if SOME people might have deserved it once or twice.

The jock pulls out a crumpled bill and hands it to me, ‘Mr Jenkins’ he says with a smirk, ‘and he said to tell you to stop giving him rabbit food.’

I roll my eyes as I take the money, ‘you can tell the old man that he isn’t dying of a coronary on my watch, he’ll eat the damn lettuce and be thankful for it’ I retort.

Noah salutes, chuckling, ‘will make sure to pass on the message’ he replies.

I raise an eyebrow, ‘usual for you I assume’ I mutter, as though it’s extremely inconvenient that he comes here every day for his lunch and actually is helping me keep the lights on with his custom.

‘Does it come with a side of you?’ he asks, smirking as I roll my eyes so hard I’m a little worried they might fall out of my head.

‘In your dreams, Waycott’ I scoff, opening the register and placing the money inside, fishing out his change and placing it on the counter between us.

‘Every night sunshine’ he replies, his gaze heated as it strolls over me, making me want to fidget under the attention.

‘Why mess with perfection’ he adds, picking up the change and pocketing it, his words throwing me off for a second until I realise, he’s talking about his sandwich again.

‘You wouldn’t know perfection if it hit you upside the head’ I mutter under my breath.

Noah’s grin widens, ‘of course I do’ he replies, ‘I’m looking at it . . ‘ I grip the counter tightly, annoyed at the flutter in my stomach because Noah’s cheesy pick up lines are just that . . cheesy . . and tired . . and used on most of the girls in town if rumour is true.

‘That’s why I hate you wearing makeup’ he adds, winking, ‘covering up your beauty, it’s a travesty.’

Inside my heart beats a little faster, but outside I glare at him. ‘I don’t put make up on to please the likes of you Noah Waycott’ I growl tartly, ‘now go and sit over there out of my way so I can make your food.’

I indicate to a table near the window, as far away from me as I can get him but the pain in my ass ignores me, walking toward the one closest to the register, and taking a seat, resting one ankle on the other knee as he faces me. He’s so damn close I can smell his cologne, and his knowing smirk has me worried that he can tell he’s affecting me.

‘I said over there’ I grumble, pointing to the other table.

‘I prefer the view from here’ Noah replies, shrugging.

Growling under my breath, I turn on my heel and head through to the back again, grabbing bread and fillings before setting about making Noah’s order.

I can feel Laurence’s gaze on my back, but the large man has the good sense to say nothing, letting me work, muttering to myself. Finishing Noah’s sub, I squirt a little bit more BBQ sauce on top, vindictively hoping that it squirts all over that shirt when he bites into it. I take more care with Mr Jenkins sub, adding a good amount of lettuce to it before wrapping them both up and carrying them back through to the front.

Noah jumps up as soon as I step through the door, heading toward the counter as I place both subs in a bag and hold it out to him.

Taking it, the jock checks the contents before raising an eyebrow, a smile toying with his lips.

‘You forgot something’ he murmurs, his voice low, making my stomach flip flop.

‘No I didn’t I reply, aiming for annoyed but it comes out a little breathy as he leans over the counter toward me.

‘Yes you did’ he replies softly, ‘you are denying me . . tsk tsk . . ‘

I swallow, my eyes dropping to his lips of their own accord before flicking back to his eyes.

‘What do you want?’ I whisper.

Noah’s smile turns predatory as his own gaze trails down to my lips as I lick them nervously.

‘You know what I want baby’ he purrs, ‘the same thing I always want . . . ‘ He straightens up, flashing me his c’ocky grin, ‘my strawberry swirl cupcake, where is it?’

I blink in shock, my lips parting as he tilts his head slightly.

‘What did you think I meant Dais?’ he asks, that low, rumbling voice back.

‘N . . nothing’ I stammer, ‘I didn’t know what you meant!’

Turning away from him, I grab a cupcake box and the tongs, picking up one of the cupcakes and shoving it inside with force. Shutting the lid, I place it on the counter between us as Noah smiles. Picking it up, he pops it in the bag before winking at me.

‘Nice to see you Dais’ he tells me, ‘same time tomorrow?’ He doesn’t wait for my response, instead he strolls out of my café like he doesn’t have a care in the world, leaving me for some reason seething and I don’t even know if I have a real reason why.