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Ellie threwher extra energy into work. She had missed an entire day at the bakery, while she waited at the hospital. It was impossible to know how much business she had lost. She had tried to go home that evening and relax, but her thoughts kept returning to the gorgeous billionaire she had plowed over with herBug.
Unable to rest, she went to Snickerdoodle, deciding that she would make him the perfect cupcake, deliver it to him, and tell him to send her the bill for his hospital stay, before leaving him (and his hordes of beautiful groupies) behind forever. It was really too bad that he was the infamous, womanizing billionaire. She had actually started to envision a future with the man she thought he was. The man he truly was would only be interested in a short-term fling––ifthat.
It was tempting to accept the unspoken offer of a hot night or two of passion in his arms. After all, the man looked like a Greek god. He probably knew how to bring a woman to unspeakable degrees ofpleasure.
After spending the vast majority of the evening trying out different gourmet cupcake recipes, she went home to sleep for a few hours before returning to work at the “butt-crack of dawn.” She couldn’t help but grin at the phrase her father liked to use for the time she got up forwork.
When Marcy tasted the fifth batch of cupcakes Ellie had made the night before, she demanded, “What’s up?” around a mouthful of redvelvet.
Unsure who else to discuss it with, the dam finally burst, and Ellie revealed the details of the stressfulaccident.
“O-M-G…THE Trey Donovan?” Marcy bugged her already-large, emerald eyes out atEllie.
“The one and only,” Ellie confirmed, before adding, “He seemed really nice, too. It’s too bad he is a billionairemogul.”
“Yeah, that’s too bad,” Marcy scoffed. At Ellie’s nod, she nearly choked on her bite of cupcake. “Wait, you wereserious?!?”
“Yep. It’s a deal breaker,” Ellie stated matter-of-factly.
“Umm, I think you mean deal maker.” Marcy was looking at her like she had grown an additional head. “It’s Trey Donovan,” Marcy added, as if Ellie was failing to comprehend the situation. “He could wear purple toenail polish and ask me to stand on my head while we fooled around, and I’d still be okay withit.”
Ellie couldn’t help but chuckle at the visual of anyone convincing her fiery red-haired employee to do anything she didn’t want to. “You might think that now, but the reality of being with such a powerful man would be dreadful. He is probably used to getting his way with everything. He would want to boss you around and always be incharge.”
Marcy seemed to ponder that, but then she shook her head. “I’m still okay with it. I’d go for it if I wereyou.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen.” Marcy deflated at Ellie’s response, so she softened it. “I am going to take him a cupcake and check on him, though. I owe him thatmuch.”
Marcy was already packing a cupcake into a single serving box. The brightly-hued polka dots on the white cardboard still made Ellie smile. How could anyone not be happy when looking at such a cheerful cupcakecontainer?
“You know, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Marcy informed her as she handed the box toher.
Turning back on her way out, Ellie asked, “What flavor did you decideon?”
“Chocolate with peanut butter icing,” Marcy answered before adding, “One taste of that, and he won’t be able to keep his hands offyou.”
Chuckling as the bells jingled on the door she had just opened, Ellie responded, “He’s gonna haveto.”
“At least try to keep an open mind. It’s been a reeeaally long time since you’ve been with anyone!” Marcy yelled as the door closed behind herboss.
