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“No,” I snort. “Do whatever you want.”

“Don’t act like that,” he replies. His fingers slide up to find my sensitive clit beneath my clothing, causing me to gasp at his touch. “Is that what you want? To be officially mine?”

Do I?

The thought runs through my mind briefly before being overtaken by the pleasure he creates. A soft cry of pleasure escapes my lips as I try to focus on the conversation at hand. Every part of me wants to scream yes, to tell him that I do want to be his, but at the same time, I don’t know what it will mean if I do.

Before the thought can continue, I cry out, coming undone harder than I have before as the pressure of his finger against my clit causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I want him. I want him more than anything right now, but before anything can go further, his phone rings, stopping us both. An aggravated groan escapes him as he checks who's calling and answers it, leaving me once again needing and unfulfilled.

“Hello?” He grumbles to the person on the other end of the phone. “What are you talking about? We made sure that was taken care of days ago.”

“Fucking hell… no–I’ll be there in a minute.” He groans, his forehead creasing as his lips curl back into a sneer.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, the mood completely over as he hangs up the phone and sits back in his seat.

“There’s a wedding that’s supposed to take place in the morning at the restaurant. Travis just called and told me the baker has pulled out. Among other shit going on… So now, I have to head over there to figure out how to fix it.”

Baker? As in the wedding cake has issues? That’s not good.

“Well,” I reply softly, fixing my clothing. “Let’s go then.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’ll have the driver take you back. I don’t want to ruin your vacation.”

Vacation?

Nothing about this trip is supposed to be a vacation. It’s supposed to be about me spending time with him, and yet he still can’t see that my life revolves around being in the kitchen, just the same as his. “Jaxson, stop. I’m not going back to the apartment. I’m going stir crazy being in there right now. So, tell the driver to make his way to your restaurant and let’s get back to business… with cooking that is. This…” I point to the sexual arousal he created within me and my disheveled appearance. “Can wait until later tonight.”

He takes a moment, considering what I’m saying before a breath escapes him and he nods, turning towards the driver as he raps on the small window with his knuckles.

“Take us to Skyline.”

***

Twenty minutes later, we walk into the back kitchen entrance of Skyline. The place is in utter chaos as cooks shuffle around preparing different dishes, calling out things they need to others who seem to be running around from all directions. My curiosity takes it all in as I admire how the other side of the kitchen works.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” a petite woman sighs as she makes her way toward us. Her brown hair is pulled up into a low bun that sits above the collar of her white chef coat. “I don’t know what you want to do, Jaxson, but we better figure something out quick.”

Jaxson’s eyes gaze around the kitchen before he gestures for me to follow him, the woman hot on our heels as he moves through the kitchen toward a brown door that opens into a decent-sized office.

The moment we’re inside, the woman closes the door while Jaxson hits the light on his desk, setting off an amber glow across the room. “What happened, Vicki?”

“Well,” she starts, her eyes sliding to me for a moment before meeting his gaze again with a raised brow. “The baker that the planner for the client hired pulled out supposedly. But when I contacted them to find out what was going on, she claimed she never got an order. So now theplanner is trying to put it on us, saying we were supposed to call. It’s a complete clusterfuck.”

“I told them not to go with that damn company…” Jaxson mutters, irritation evident.

I don’t miss the irritation flowing off Jaxson over the matter. My eyes scan the kitchen, landing on the woman who’s been talking to Jaxson. Her eyes shift to me every few seconds as she opens and closes her mouth as if wanting to say something, but choosing not to.

“I’m Madison,” I finally pipe up after a moment. “I’m one of Jaxson’sfriendsfrom Willowcreek. I’m here on vacation.”

“Friend?” Vicki murmurs, before glancing at him. “You mean…theMadi? As in baker extraordinaire?”

The Madi? Well, I don’t think anyone has ever made that kind of comment before. Guess that means Jaxson has been talking about me.

“Yes, she is the same.” Jaxson finally speaks up. “Sorry, Madi. This situation is… less than desirable.”

“Seems like it,” I quickly reply. “May I ask what the cake was supposed to be?”

Vicki looks off to the side, opening her mouth before her hand digs into the pocket on her coat. Her fingers pull out a variety of different papers before smiling down at one as she turns it over to me.

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