Page 27 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

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JOSH

Three days passed after our night together, and I was anticipating seeing Bree again that afternoon. Even though we had texted all through the past three days, it still wasn’t the same as being in the same space with her and filling my eyes with just the sight of her.

Painting didn’t help me forget and burying myself in work and project proposals was just a temporary distraction. The second I dropped whatever I was doing, I remembered her.

When I arrived at Rue’s bakery, Allison was behind the counter with Bree, and they were talking about something because Bree’s easy laugh filled the air and tickled my insides.

“Hey Josh,” Allison greeted once she saw me approach the counter. I flashed Allison a pleasant smile and let my eyes drift to Bree whose cheeks had turned crimson. “How are things with you? What would you like to order?” Allison continued while keeping her cheery tone, and I dragged my gaze back to hers.

“Huh…” I really didn’t have anything in mind. The reason why I came was Bree, but now I had to buy something too. “Pecan pie,” I said and pointed at the display counter. “It looks delicious .”

“It is,” Allison answered, then turned to Bree. “Can you get Josh a slice while I go check on the dough mixing in the back?”

“Sure,” Bree agreed readily, and we both watched Allison walk into the kitchen through the adjoining door before Bree faced me and blushed again.

“How are you doing?” I asked her, loving the smile playing out on her lips. “I came to see you,” I told her. “Mind getting away for a second?”

Bree glanced over her shoulder briefly, then back at me. “I think I can,” she said with a sheepish grin then giggled for a bit. “I’ll just tell her I have something to do and meet you…”

“I’ll be outside,” I said.

Bree packaged the pecan pie for me while my gaze followed her every movement because I didn’t want to miss even an inch of what she was doing.

Allison came out again as I took the paper bag from Bree and handed her cash. “Thanks,” I said. “Have a nice day ladies.”

“Bye,” Bree and Allison chorused, and I strode out of the bakery, then made it to my car parked by the side curb. I entered, turned on the engine, and rolled down the windows so I could wait for Bree to come out.

I waited only a few minutes before I saw her coming out of the bakery and tossing her shoulder bag over her right hand. I waved so she could spot my Mercedes sedan and once she did, she hurried towards me, got in the front seat then exploded in laughter.

“This is crazy,” she said after stifling her laugh a little.

“What is?” I questioned as I keyed the engine alive and started the drive down the road.

“What if Allison knows? What if she notices, and …”

“I want to spend time with you,” I told her as I eased onto the road fully and took the first right turn. “I don’t know where I want to go yet, but I want to be with you.”

“Let’s go to the beach,” she suggested, and I stole a brief glance at her. Bree had her hair in a bun, and she took the band holding the strands in place off, then combed her fingers through them to free any knots. “I think a walk on the beach would be nice.”

“To the beach, it is then,” I agreed, then stepped on the gas and zoomed off into the distance.

We arrived at the beach some minutes later, and I got out of my Benz with the pecan pie, then walked around to open the door for Bree. Once she got out, I linked our fingers and we began to stroll down the shore.

Bree ended up eating the pie and I watched her, wishing I could lick the crumbs off her lips while she enjoyed it. I couldn’t do that now because anyone could be watching us, and all of this was probably still new to her.

When she licked her lower lip to get some crumbs off, I felt my body harden in response to the act. She was a vixen, one I wanted to explore with every passion in me.

Bree was young, she had her life ahead of her, and I was … let’s just say if Phil ever found out that I had touched his daughter then we would have some big problems.

Our age gap was one thing, Iris was another. Bree was Iris’s best friend, and I didn’t know how my daughter would react to all of this yet.

“It’s always so peaceful here,” Bree said when we finally stopped walking and found a spot to sit near the shore.

I watched the waves roll toward us and back. I enjoyed listening to the crash as the seafoam swept across the shore and wet the sand. It was a cool afternoon thankfully as I didn’t carry sunscreen and the last thing I wanted was for Bree to suffer sunburn because I had taken her out for unexpected date at the beach.

“If you love the beach so much, why haven’t you considered living here permanently?” I asked. “Hawaii is a lovely place.”

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