Page 33 of Savage in the Sweets
“Jesus Christ, did you think you’d get a shot of me eating a king-sized candy bar or something? A pixie stick?”
She can’t stifle her smile, though she tries.
And what a smile it is, accompanied by two adorable sugary-sweet dimples.
“I made a mistake,” she blurts out.
Is it too much to hope that she’ll repent from a life of candy dealing and commit to a more wholesome lifestyle?
Her lips are parted and pouty, begging to be kissed. What I wouldn’t give to feel them wrapped around my cock as her gorgeous blue eyes stare up into mine.
All of a sudden, my decision doesn’t seem so easy. Seeing her standing in a red Savage Sweets shirt and black pants, a fairly innocuous outfit, sends blood coursing through my veins.
“Care to elaborate,” I respond casually, forcing my eyes to stay above her neck as her eyes cascade down my sweaty, well-muscled form.
“Last night, I drank too much, and…well…I did some things I regret.”
“Yeah, and you kind of double-downed this morning when you taped the infamous sucker to my door.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking…or…I guess I kind of do.” She manages to pry her eyes away from my body and looks around my gym. “I hate you…”
“And yet…” I lift my brow emphatically.
“Wilson’s Grove is an amazing little town, perfect for raising a family in, yet horrible when you’re single.”
“Which is why you sent a picture of your pussy to the only person in town that hates you.”
Her face scrunches in offense. “You hate me?”
“No, not really, but it made my point stick better.”
I decide not to put my shirt back on, determined to make the rescind of her offer as difficult for her as possible.
“Look, this all started with me trying to save my business, and I never thought in a million years that I’d actually do something so stupid. I had intended to simply offer to help you promote your gym in exchange for you keeping Savage Sweets out of your mouth.”
“Well, if you’re trying to walk this back, I’m sorry to break it to you, but the lollipop is gone.”
She bursts into a fit of laughter, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She’s adorable, and I can’t help but feel a little beguiled by the candy queen.
“And, as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve definitely developed a taste for your savage sweets.”
No, no, no—this is not the direction you were supposed to go…
“But, I hear what you’re saying. Last night never happened.” I cross my arms over my chest, making sure she sees the thick cords of muscle I work hard to maintain. “What is it you want?”
“Some kind of peace…” Her voice trails off, which confirms that she is very much still interested in more than just a truce.
“I’ve already told you I’m not coming after your shop. Sell your crack to the kids. You won’t hear a peep from me.”
The look she casts me could easily be considered a murder weapon, and yet, it emboldens me. I enjoy needling her just as much as I like telling her how sweet and sexy she is.
“Well—good! I got what I came for.”
“And I don’t want to see your sinister confectionaries in my gym—ya hear.” I point an accusatory finger at her.
“You are insufferable.” She shakes her head in distaste. “I used to think you were single because you liked playing the field, but honestly, what woman would put up with you?”
I smirk devilishly. “How much time have you invested in figuring out why I’m single?”
