Page 3 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Damn Sawyer!
“Hi y’all,” I greet quietly, as I reach for my pad of paper. Not that I need it, but it will help distract me from making goo-goo eyes at Mr. Sexy Ass.
“Hi, Grace,” Cade replies, with his usual small nod.
“Well hiya there, Grace. Fancy seeing you here again, I didn’t know you worked today.”
A slight shiver runs through me at the deep, smooth baritone of Sawyer’s voice.
Get a hold of yourself, Grace.
I roll my eyes, attempting to hide how much he affects me. “Sawyer, I work pretty much every day, which you know, since you’re in here every day.”
“I don’t come in here every day.”
I scoff and drag my gaze up from the floor to his face. I immediately regret it when I connect with the sexiest pair of green eyes I have ever seen.
Crap! I feel heat creep up my neck, and turn my face to the color of a tomato. It’s exactly what Sawyer wanted to happen, if his sexy smirk is anything to go by.
I narrow my eyes at him, “Yes, you do.”
His smirk turns into a beautiful, full-on arrogant smile; a smile that girls drop their panties for in a heartbeat. “Nope, just on the days you’re working, Cupcake.”
I glare harder when he uses the nickname he gave me a few weeks ago at Jaxson and Julia’s wedding. After watching the new bride and groom lovingly feed each other one of the beautiful cupcakes I had made for their weddin’, Sawyer had yelled out, “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! You’re supposed to do it like this.” He grabbed a cupcake, coated my nose and mouth with the pink frosting, and then proceeded to try to lick it off. Of course I escaped before he could. Lord only knows what would have happened if I let him get those sexy lips anywhere near mine. I probably would have embarrassingly mauled the man in front of everyone. As soon as the traitorous thought snaps into my head, my eyes latch onto those perfect lips.
Gah! Snap out of it, Grace.
I pry my gaze away and look over at Cade. “What can I get you, Cade?” Sawyer chuckles from my apparent dismissal.
Cade’s lips twitch, something that is very rare to see, “I’ll get the special with mashed potatoes, instead of baked. And a coke.”
I nod then flick my gaze back to Sawyer, without looking directly at him. “You?” I ask, annoyed.
I hear the smile in his voice when he answers, “I’ll get the usual. And, of course, throw in a slice of whatever delicious pie you baked for me today.” I roll my eyes again at his arrogant assumption and walk away.
Though, the sad truth is, every morning I do think about him for whatever pie I’m makin’ for the day. Because I know he will be eating it. I’ve always been curious what his favorite one is, but, of course, I would never ask.
Hanging the slip up for Mac, I grab two cups and start filling their drinks. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sawyer get up, and even though I try really hard not to, I find myself watching him as he walks towards the washroom. Damn, the man is one fine piece of ass. It should be illegal to be that good lookin’. Today his messy blonde hair is covered with a black Hurley cap, the longer strands brushing his ears and sides of his face. He’s wearing a black Bench T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and lean muscles. Loose, faded jeans, that sport a few holes on them; they hang low enough on his lean hips that you can spot the edge of his boxer briefs… well I’m assuming boxer briefs, they look like boxer briefs. Oh boy would I like to find out for sure.
Wait… no I don’t.
I suddenly snap out of my perverted thoughts when I realize all that hotness has changed directions from the bathroom and is heading towards me. Uh oh! I look all the way up, until my head is craned back and see the biggest, arrogant smile plastered on his sexy face. “See something you like, Cupcake?” he asks in a smoldering voice, while leanin’ on the counter towards me.
I feel myself turn beet red again. Well now that’s embarrassin’, this is why I try not to ever look directly at him. Rather than answer his stupid question and lie to him, I hand him both his and Cade’s drinks. “Here ya go. You can take these back to your table. Thanks for comin’ to grab them.” He snickers as I quickly walk into the kitchen, pretending to grab something. And even his stupid chuckle is sexy!
“What is with her? Why do you think she avoids me like the plague?” I ask Cade seriously, as we drive over to Jaxson and Julia’s. I’m feeling frustrated, like always, after leaving the diner. That woman tangles me up and I fucking hate it.
He shrugs, “Maybe she’s just not into you. You know that’s possible, right?”
“No it’s not that,” I dismiss his assumption right away. Not that I’m arrogant, well… okay, yeah I am. But I know that isn’t why she avoids me, because I catch her looking at me a lot. Jesus, the way those beautiful, warm amber eyes eat me up like I’m one of those fucking delicious pies she makes, Christ, it makes me want to bend her over, hike up that waitress dress and fuck her until we’re both dying for air.
“Maybe it’s because you’re always fucking with her. She gets good and pissed about it.”
I chuckle, “I know, but she’s so fun to rile up.” And it’s true, she is. Besides, I like seeing her all ruffled; it’s better than seeing those beautiful eyes of hers filled with sadness, which I see more often than not.
The conversation ends when we pull up to Jaxson and Julia’s. Now I get to ruffle someone else’s feathers, I smile to myself as I climb out of the truck. Ah I live for the days to piss Jaxson off. Cade knocks first. After waiting too long for an answer, I knock again, louder. I know they’re home but knowing Jaxson, he probably has his new wife in bed.
