Page 18 of Gorgeous

“Did you know she didn’t order cookies?” Theo asks him, still not letting the cookie thing go.

Hayes ignores the question and gives me a megawatt smile that I’m sure drops panties every time he lets it loose. “Let me apologize for my rude friend and properly introduce myself. I’m Connor Hayes, but everyone calls me Hayes.” He extends his hand over the table and I have to remove my glove to shake it.

“I’m Breck,” I return, but he knows that since Mason already announced it in the kitchen earlier.

“You have pies,” he says with a chuckle. It seems he remembers my newfound tagline.

There’s no sense in denying my awkward. “Yep. That’s me.”

Hayes hums and eyes the pies spread across the white linen tablecloth.

“How long are they going to dance? I’m ready to leave. The wedding is over, right?” Theo says aloud to no one in particular.

“Can I taste that pie?” Hayes asks, pointing to the one apple pie that remains untouched.

I nod, tearing my eyes away from Cade once again, “Sure. How big of a taste?”

The cockiest smile I have ever seen spreads across his face. “The size of your fingertip.”

Heat floods my face as I let his words sink in. Does he really want to take the bite off my finger?

Theo snorts, not looking at us. “You have a death wish.”

Hayes laughs him off and nods to the pie. “Can I get a little taste, Breck, who has pies?” His question is laced with underlying meaning, and I pick up on it loud and clear as my vagina, God rest her soul, fist bumps me.

“Uh.”

Don’t be a coward, B. He just wants to suck it off your finger.

It’s a totally normal thing to do at work.

If you’re a stripper, maybe.

What do I do? It’s not like he’s ugly. He has pale blue eyes and juicy lips that should never be given to a man. I bet they would feel fantastic suck—I clear the hormones from my head and decide that I’m taking one for the team. Sue would appreciate that I made our client happy.

“Okay.”

See, I got this.

I almost trip getting to the pie and Hayes smiles instead of laughing.

“Do you want me to, uh?” I don’t know what I’m asking here. Do I shove my finger in it and pull out his bite, or do I cut a piece like a professional and spoon some onto my finger? I don’t get to clarify, because Hayes, the charmer he is, knows exactly what I’m asking, his eyes already narrowing, his tongue snaking out over the plump pillows he’s using as lips.

“Stick two fingers in really” —he demonstrates with his index finger and forefinger, dipping them low as if he has a pie in front of him, making a “come hither” motion back and forth—“really slow.”

I gulp and Theo mutters out, “I’m taking all your clients when he beats you into a wheelchair.”

“Do you want to leave or not?” Hayes says to Theo, his eyes never leaving my fingers which are poised over the pie. “Go ahead, darlin. Give me a taste.”

God help me, I do it like he asks, making the motion with my two fingers back and forth just like he showed me, in and out of the warm pie. He groans, placing a hand on the table for support. “That’s my girl. Now, ease them in.”

Hayes leans forward and parts his mouth slightly at my fingers which are dripping apple bits and sugar all over the table.

Holy shitballs.

I wonder if Sue will still think this is me taking one for the team?

I’m thinking it’s a no but I’m not a quitter, so I push at Hayes’ lips and … fuck me. They feel so soft, softer than mine. I wonder what brand of lip balm he uses or if he’s lucky and never has a dryness problem. That would be totally unfair.

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