Page 96 of Sweet Hate

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Me

OK. Let’s do it. But I have a few conditions.

Axel

Tell me.

Me

1. No sleepovers. We can hang out, have fun, whatever, but we go home after. No exceptions.

2. We have a time limit. Six weeks to get the sexual tension out of our system. After that, just friends.

3. No flirting or fucking other people.

4. When you’re working on the bakery, we stay professional. No funny business.

5. We keep this between us.

6. No catching feelings.

Axel

1. There goes my plan of convincing you that it’d be easier and more convenient for you to stay at my place, but fine. Done.

2. Six weeks? Is that when you leave?

3. 200% DONE.

4. Not even a cheeky grope or kiss if you’re looking particularly delicious?

5. I think the cat’s out of the bag on that one babe.

Shit, he asked about me leaving. I’m going to have to just do it. Rip the bandaid off and tell him now.

I really hope it doesn’t mess it all up though. Now I’ve had a taste, I don’t think my toys will ever be enough again.

Me

No, I’m not leaving in six weeks. There’s a chance I might stay.

Grams handed over the bakery to me. I can do whatever I want with it – though the fire wasn’t part of my master plan.

If I decide to go back to London, I’ll hire staff to run it.

Axel

Hold up.

Me

As if you’d be able to leave it at a cheeky grope or kiss. Pretty sure that would end with us getting nothing done.

And we can just tell the guys that I did that to get that cougar off your back and that it didn’t mean anything.

Axel

Hold up, hold up.

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