Page 6 of Red Rose Cupcake

There’s a pause, and I can hear her smirk through the line when she asks, “is this about Knox?”

I groan, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.Oh, My God.How obvious were we?“Yes, it is. Can you send me his number, please?”

Candace laughs. “Girl, I knew there was something going on! The way you two were flirting—Iknewit.”

“Just… send me the number, Candace.”

“Fine.” She laughs again. Then my phone buzzes a second later with his contact. “There. And I want all the tea.”

We say our goodbyes and I hang up, still giggling. I stare at Knox’s number on my phone screen.Am I really gonna do this?Of course, I am.

I pressdial, my heart racing as the phone rings. When Knox picks up, his voice is that same smooth, deep tone I’ve been thinking about all night.

“Rosie.”

My eyes widen.How did he know?Andjust hearing my name in that low, gravelly voice makes my pulse jump. “Hey… I got your number from Candace.”

“I figured,” he replies, chuckling softly. “I was wondering when you’d call.”

“You were?”

“Yeah,” he says, and there’s something in the way he says it that makes my heart flutter. “I didn’t want to push. But I was ready to come find you if you didn’t reach out.”

His words hit me like a slow burn. It’s not just what he’s saying—it’showhe’s saying it. Confident, but not cocky. Warm, but there’s this underlying intensity, like he’s holding back just enough to let me make the first move. But he wouldn’t be waiting much longer.

“Well… I’m ready,” I reply, in a breathy voice, the need in me growing.

“Glad to hear that,” he rumbles, his tone deepening. “How about dinner? Tonight.”

“Dinner sounds good,” I reply, my heart racing just thinking about it.

“Pick you up at seven.”

My face breaks into a big, goofy smile, a spark of excitement building inside me. “Seven it is.”

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I’m standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my sleek black dress that clings to my every curve. It’s the kind of dress that makes you feel amazing. The way the neckline dips just enough to be daring, but not too much. The hem shows just the right amount of thigh. The soft fabric clings to my ass without being too revealing—it’s perfect.

I smooth my hands down the dress, my heart racing with anticipation. I grab my clutch and head to the living room.

The knock comes just as I’m pulling on my heels, and when I open the door—damn. Knox is standing there, looking like my every fantasy come to life. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing strong, veiny forearms, his tattoos peeking out just enough to make me want to rip off his clothes. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, but it’s those green eyes that lock on me—dark and hungry.

And his jaw… freshly shaven, sharp enough to cut glass, like he spent extra time making sure he looked this good for me. His dark hair’s still damp from the shower, and the scent of his cologne—woodsy, masculine—wraps around me like an embrace.

“You look… fuck,” he breathes out, his hot eyes roaming over my curves like he’s caressing every inch of me.

My heart skips a beat, but I don’t let it show. I give him a smile. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

He steps closer, his hand resting on my waist, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver through me. His fingers brush the fabric of my dress, slow and deliberate, like he’s testing the tension between us.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to mine.

I tilt my head, meeting his gaze. “Yeah? What’ve you been thinking about?”

His eyes darken, and he doesn’t hesitate. “How good your pussy felt around my fingers.”

His words send a wave of heat straight through me, but before I can respond, his lips are on mine, slow and deep. His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me against him, and I can feel the hard length of his dick pressing against my stomach.

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