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“Old and senile… ouch, little girl,” Damian chuckled. “That stings.”
“I am not alittleanything. Hit the pavement, assholes.” This time, she didn’t wait for them to react. She stomped to the door and flung it open, ignoring the bell ringing playfully as she pointed outside. “Now!”
“I guess that means she already got the eviction notice,” Damian said with a grimace.
Elle’s eyes flashed dangerously, but she forced the words back that sprang to her lips. Her confidence surged when, in silent acquiescence, they turned and walked toward the door.
“Oh!” she gasped as Drake stopped in front of her to catch her chin in one hand while pressing a business card in her palm with the other. “Let me go!”
“We’re not done, little baker. Not by a long shot. When you’ve calmed down, phone me. We have a proposal for you.”
The dratted man had the audacity to plant a hard kiss on her lips before letting go of her chin and sauntering off as if he hadn’t just sparked a raging fire to life within her.
“Well… that just happened,” Carlos said once the door closed behind the two men. “Care to share with your two very confused employees what that was all about?”
“Yes,” Mia said with wide eyes. “From all counts, it looks to be more like the chance meeting you mentioned.”
“No, that’s all it was. I bumped into them the other day on my morning run. Until you mentioned their full names, Carlos, I never associated the two men, Drake and Damian, I met with anything other than they were super-hot… and gay.” She snorted as she looked out the window, but there was no sign of them. “Well, I thought so at the time, but now they’re just ruthless assholes I don’t want anything to do with.”
“From the silver fox’s actions, I’d take a wild guess that they’re definitely not gay. It also sounds like you might not have a choice,” Carlos surmised. “What kind of proposal do you think he’s talking about? Do you think it has something to do with Elle’s Delicacies? Maybe there’s a way we’ll not close our doors?”
He sounded so hopeful, Elle almost didn’t respond, but at the same time, she didn’t want them to have expectations that would never be realized. She shook her head as she picked up the eviction notice and shook it viciously in the air.
“Men like them don’t offer compromises unless they have something to gain. I’m a broke baker. There’s nothing I have they’d want, believe me.”
Chapter Four
Double Duo Acquisitions Inc., Williams Tower,
W. Albama Street, Houston
Drake
The morning sun glinted off Williams Tower as Drake’s Bugatti Chiron pulled into the private garage. The Double D billionaire duo had acquired the coveted building that now served as their headquarters twelve years ago. He parked beside Damian’s identical black sports car. As was their usual practice, they arrived early. They expected commitment from their employees as much as they led by example.
“I can imagine our little baker is still fuming,” Damian said by way of greeting and in reference to the altercation the previous day at Elle’s Delicacies. His lips curved into a knowing smile. “Imagine that, calling us old and senile.”
Drake realized that Damian also couldn’t shake the image of Elle from his mind. Her glorious blonde hair had cascaded in perfect waves past her shoulders, framing a delicate, heart-shaped face. That snippy little nose wrinkling in irritation was her most endearing quality.
Drake could still feel the effect of those full, perfectly shaped lips that begged to be kissed in the swelling of his dick. Even angry, she was breathtaking, and until she had noticed them, the brilliant smile she had flashed at her employees lit up the shop even when she was angry. The fitted green dress she’d worn under the tightly belted chef’s apron had hugged every curve, showing off her slim waist and athletic build while remaining professional.
Drake’s eyes darkened at the memory. Elle Fitzgerald managed to keep both of them from sleeping last night. “That little display of defiance sealed it. Stomping her foot? My hand itched to heat her bottom for her open defiance there and then.”
“As did mine. Damn, I can already feel those curvy cheeks give way under my palm.” Damian’s expression turned into a look akin to dreamy. He recalled how she had tossed that magnificent blonde mane, her green eyes flashing with defiance as she stood her ground against them. Even in her anger, there was a magnetism about her presence in the way she carried herself with equal amounts of fire and grace.
They walked to the private elevator that would take them to the sixty-fourth floor. Their recent purchase of the Texas Tower had been planned well in advance, a carefully laid strategy to secure the acquisition of their personally chosen Little.
“The eviction notice enticed the exact reaction you expected. I’m still surprised you read her so well without knowing her from Adam. Amazing ability you have, Drakester.” Damian pressed the elevator button. “How sure are you she’ll call?”
“Oh, she will. Her caring heart wouldn’t let her loyal employees suffer if there’s a way for them to keep their jobs.” Drake’s smile was ominous as his voice dropped lower. “That fire in her eyes when she told us to leave? Perfect bratty little girl material begging for punishment.”
The elevator opened to the modern, renovated upper lobby. Their footsteps echoed across the marble floor as they passed beneath the soaring eighty-eight-foot-high granite arched entry.
“Speaking of fire…” Damian paused by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the three-acre park that hugged a sixty-four-foot water wall and a helipad off to the other side. “That public kiss was bold, even for you.”
Drake’s lips curved into a predatory smile. “I couldn’t resist. Don’t you think it was kind of me to offer her a taste of what’s coming?”
“Indeed.” Damian grinned. “The expression on her face was priceless, especially since I got the impression she believed we were gay that morning at the café.”
