9 {Chapter 9}

"Good Morning, Sir, what can I get you today?" I asked smiling, looking down at the greek god sitting in the booth.

Jordan's POV

She was gorgeous; her eyes were indescribable, her skin looked like golden chocolate from where I was sitting. She smelled of lavender and roses, the urge to hold and claim her rushed through my body like a horny teenager going through puberty, but I knew better than to act on emotions.

"Can I get the Breakfast sandwich, please?" I asked, picking the first thing I see on the menu. "Of course, would you like it with a side of bacon or sausage?" She replied, still smiling her honey-coated voice sounded like the most angelic thing ever.