Page 35 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Twenty-Five

Macy

Chase pulledthe car out onto the highway. I looked longingly back at the beach house and then turned forward and slumped against the seat. "Ugh, after that I'm really not looking forward to going home for an afternoon of baking."

I reached over and rubbed my fingers along Chase's arm. "Thank you for those blissful hours when I forgot about work and everything else. And thank you for . . . well, you know. I feel like I'm part of the adult world now."

"It was my pleasure. And I mean that in every sense of the word."

"What other things will you be putting in the Sweet Spot box? I assume there will be more to it than a piece of chocolate."

"I haven't seen the final collection yet, but I will bring one to you as soon as it's finished. I think we could have some fun with it. In fact, I know we could."

"I will look forward to it."

The coastal fog had not lifted yet, and the beach looked dreary under the gray mist, but nothing could dampen my spirits. After going through some of the darkest days of my life recently, I felt like things were starting to work again.

My pussy was still tender from the weekend. I hoped that feeling would linger for days to come, so I could relive it all in my dreams.

"I was thinking, Macy, I could lease a bakery shop and let you run it. It would be a business investment for me, and you wouldn't have to bake out of your house and drag everything back and forth with you to the stand. You could even name it Sweet Spot."

I stared over at him, trying to decide if he was serious. It seemed he was.

"Thank you, Chase. It's a tempting offer, but I feel like I need to do this on my own. I'm starting to get a big following on social media. I think once I build up enough of a loyal customer base, I'm going to head to the bank and beg for a loan."

"I don't blame you. You're right. You need to do this all on your own. But I can help you get in front of the right banker when you're ready for a loan."

"I will probably take you up on that." I sat back and stared out the passenger window. I had so many mixed feelings about Chase. I was trying my hardest not to let myself get carried away. He wasn't the type to settle down with a single girlfriend, and I was certainly not the type to want to be one of his special friends. My heart just couldn't deal with that. He seemed to sense what I was thinking.

"Hey, Macy, I know you've read some stuff about my life, about my reputation. Probably most of it is true, but I just wanted you to know that—" His phone rang and the bluetooth turned on. The screen showed the name Zane. Chase touched the answer icon.

"Hey, Zane, can I call you back later?"

"No problem. Nothing important. I was just wondering if you ever popped the cherry on that sweet little virgin."

Chase's hand shot out, and he hung up on his friend. He stared forward for a second. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. I kept my eyes trained on the road in front of us.

"Macy," his voice broke through the cold cloud that had surrounded me.

"Please, just take me home."

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