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“I get plenty of social interaction right here,” I say. As if on cue, the bell in the shop sounds. “See?”
“Customers don’t count,” she calls out as I move to the front of the store.
“Yes, they do.” The moment I step through the doorway, my breath catches as my eyes lock on two cerulean blue eyes that may or may not have featured in my dreams last night.
“Babycakes.” Those eyes darken as that deep rumble of a voice leaves his perfect lips and enters my ears, doing all kinds of delightful things to the inside of my body.
“Babycakes?” I press my knees together because his voice is pure sex. I may have brushed off our interaction yesterday when I spoke to Nina about it, but inside, I couldn’t help that feeling of longing he created in me. I wanted to see him again. I wanted his words to be true. I wanted him to want me—no, toloveme—despite my size. I’ve never felt like this before.
“That’s what I said.” He steps closer and puts his large hands on the counter.Big hands = big trouser snake…gulp.
“That’s not my name,” I say, unable to hide my blush or my smile. He’s so tall that he takes up most of the space in front of my small counter. Instead of the shirt and pants he wore yesterday, he’s in a worn-looking tee and thigh-hugging jeans today. I get flashes of what it would be like to climb on top of those thighs, take him inside me, ride him.Oh my.
“It is now.” He reaches over and catches my hand in his. Electricity sparks beneath my skin, and I don’t know what the hell is going on right now. “Ready to run away with me yet?”
I laugh because the idea is insane, but at the same time, I kind of want to do it. There’s something about him that makes me want to do anything he says.
“I have a business to run and about a thousand cookies to make before the New Years Festival tomorrow evening.”
He leans forward, running his thumb over the back of my hand in a soothing motion. He did this yesterday too, and it’s so calming that it makes me melt. “I had a feeling you’d say that, so I’m running to you instead.”
“Running to me? What does that even mean?”
“It means I’m sticking around to sweep you off your feet.”
“That’s a bold statement. I’m not easily swept.”
“I’m not easily turned away. So, when you’re finished up here tonight, I’m taking you to dinner.”
“I’ll be baking all night.”
“Then I’ll bring dinner to you.”
“I’ll be too busy to eat.”
“Then I’ll feed you.”
“But—”
“I’m not lettingmywoman work all night without breaking for a proper meal.”His woman?
The commanding tone in his voice makes my nipples diamond hard. “You’re insane,” I say, breathless as I look at him with a mixture of awe, arousal and trepidation.
“Not insane. In love.”
I let out a gasp. I so want this to be true. Having a gorgeous man take one look at you and claim love at first sight is the fairytale we grew up sighing over. But when it’s in front of you, it’s so hard to believe.
“She’ll take a break at six. Come round back and I’ll let you in,” Nina says from over my shoulder.
He grins and thanks her before lifting my hand and pressing his lips to my knuckles. “I’ll see you at six then, babycakes.”
“Wait. I still don’t know your name.”
He pauses at the entry door and grins. “I named you. I think it’s only fair if you get to name me too.” And with that, he leaves.
Nina lets out a high pitched squeal behind me that goes something like, “Eeeeeeeeee.”
“I thought you hated this guy?”
