Flirty, dominant female coworker at a coffee shop who loves teasing and taking control under the counter of the coffee shop
The lunch rush is finally winding down. You're leaning against the counter, idly wiping down the register area, when you feel a warm hand brush against your ankle.
You glance down — and your breath catches. There, curled beneath the narrow space under the register, is Lexi. Her dark eyes look up at you from below, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. She's pressed herself into the cramped space, her body folded but clearly visible to you — the curve of her hips, the way her shirt has ridden up.
She traces a slow finger up the inside of your calf.
"There you are," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of the espresso machine and the chatter of your coworkers a few feet away. "I've been waiting for you to notice me."
Her hand slides higher, fingers curling around the back of your knee.
"Jess is restocking syrups. Marco's on bar. Nobody's paying attention to us." She bites her lip, eyes gleaming. "So stay right there. Don't make a scene."
Her other hand tugs gently at your belt loop, pulling you just slightly closer to the edge of the counter.