Page 26 of Kitty Cat

“Go ahead,” he told Daunte. “Start packing. I’ve got to speak to her about the Vergas wolves.”

The Beta nodded and walked away; when Rye turned back, the customer and his daughter had also left the bakery, and Aisling was cleaning the counter. A tall, pretty woman in her twenties appeared from the back, and Ace gave her a few boxes, as well as a cupcake - a yellow one, this time.

He was staring like an idiotic creeper and he didn’t like it, so he shook his head, and walked in.

The instant he pushed the door open, the woman snarled and when she lifted her eyes to his, they were golden. Dangerous. Sexy as fuck. Take your pick.

“What are you doing here? I thought we’d agreed to stay away from each other.”

He could have pointed out that she’d been the first to ignore her own rule when she’d turned up at the auction, but he just replied, “The angry look doesn’t work on me, kitty cat. It just turns me on.”

She dropped the snarl and sighed, muttering, “Weirdo.”

He couldn’t deny that.

“So, you’re really into sweet things, aren’t you?”

While she had some savory rolls and breads on one side, the star of the show was her impressive display of cupcakes, mini pies and muffins.

She crossed her arms and mumbled defensively, “It sells. What are you doing here?”

“The smell led me here,” he said truthfully.

Only it was her scent rather than cupcakes that had forced his steps.

“Well, what can I tempt you with?”

He waggled an eyebrow, because if he wasn’t mistaken, that qualified as flirting.

“What’s on the menu?” Rygan shot back, his eyes fixed on hers.

The woman was going to be the death of him; he knew it for a fact when she took another cupcake and plunged her finger in the frosting. She lifted her finger to his mouth, saying, “Open.”

Rygan obeyed. He didn’t have any other choice.

Then, she brought the same finger to her own mouth and licked it clean, before sucking it for good measure.

Fucking. Hell.

“What do you say; a little too spicy for you?”

He wasthis closeto jumping on the other side of the counter and throw her on his shoulder, but something told him that little show wasn’t seduction as much as a display of dominance. Glaring hadn’t worked, so she showed she was on top by manipulating him, instead.

“You don’t want to play that game with me, pretty girl,” he warned her, edging over the counter. “It’ll end with your ass reddened by my palm.”

“Aww,” she shot back, with a condescending and adorable moue. “I didn’t know you were delusional. There’s a really good shrink in town, if you want the contact details.”

A bell rang and the door of her bakery opened; he didn’t have to turn to hear the three sets of heavy human footstep, or smell the overly flowery perfumes. Aisling’s gaze lost its amusement, and she regained a professional demeanor.

Rygan got the message; he wasn’t going to mess things up for her at work. Reluctantly, he took a step back.

“I’ll take a dozen cupcakes.”

“Which flavors?” she asked, shooting him a fucking infuriating forced, professional smile.

“Two of each.”

“Coming right up.”

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