Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
I motion my hand over my body behind the counter and then to the satisfied customers leaving the bakery. "Helping. So welcome to Sweet Treats, Mr. Rockland."
"Very funny, Mackenna."
A grin of teasing temptation eases across my face. "Can I offer you our muffin of the day? Pecan coffee cake? Or how about a chocolate chip one? The customers have been pairing it with the chai latte. There's also an order of three dozen donuts being picked up around two."
"You are doing way more work than the tips and day pay I gave you for working yesterday. Thank you for stepping in again." He leans in, and my thoughts scatter.
Fantasies of what could have happened last night erupt as I get the subtle scent of whiskey and coffee wafting off Dean. It's as if the air carries his cologne like snowflakes on a windless day. My heart skips a beat as he licks his top lip before reaching across the glass display case to wipe a smudge of cream off my face that I didn't realize was there.
He pulls his thumb away and sucks on it before asking, "Where is Dana and Evan? You know, my actual employees."
"Dana needed help, so I came in to help out. I only served a few customers and have been upholding the highest standards of service. I don't think Evan came in, so I'm behind here."
He keeps his voice low, whispering, "I'm happy to have you helping me out, Mackenna."
"But?"
He sighs. "But, based on how last night could have turned out, I think it's best if you stick to being a customer."
"That's no fun." I pretend to whine as I walk out from behind the register to stand beside him, inhaling that delectable scent of his.
"We can have all the fun in the world when I don't have a ton of work to do," he says.
"You always have a ton of work. How about you let me do some of that work for you? I can run the bar or help out here. I need to do something, Dean. My savings are drying up, and with Maddie being my only consistent client, I can't keep pushing bills to the side."
"I think I have a better idea. How much are your services?"
"Are you talking about digital marketing?"
He chuckles. "Yes. I've seen some of your stuff around town and think the bakery can use something new to drive business here. I was thinking about putting something together, but with Hank quitting, it looks like my time is going to be spent hiring a new bartender."
"I can put together a few proposals."
He flashes me a killer smile. "And share them with me over dinner tonight?"
"Where are we eating?"
"My place," he replies.
"What are we eating?"
"What do you have in mind?"
While inhaling every inch of his thick cock is the most appealing option to keep my mouth busy, I'm sure he wants me to offer up ideas about food. "I've been around sweets all morning. How about something savory, hearty, meaty?"
He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drops his gaze to my mouth. "I have something meaty for you. Does seven work?"
I don't remember the last time Dean was this playful, seductive even. He's usually timid, letting me guess what's on his mind unless his body tells me like it did last night. The anticipation of what can happen at dinner makes my nipples hard with desire. His fingers drove me wild, how much more his length sawing in and out of me? God, I need him like I need air.
"It does," I tell him.
The realization of how much I enjoy this spark between me and Dean feels like a feather could knock me over. I get a lightness in my chest whenever he’s around.
I gather my things to leave the bakery. We exchange information about incoming orders and what he's looking for in his marketing campaign. With everything I need to put together my proposals, I leave Dean with his coffee cake muffins and other delectable delights.
It's a boost to my mood and libido as I get to work once I bring my car back home. Excitement courses through me as I research Dean's target audience and all the possibilities for a successful marketing campaign.
When I look at his social media platforms, I'm practically gushing at the possibilities. Ideas flood in as I lose track of time until the sound of my phone's alarm ringing pulls me out of my trance. Thankfully, I won't be late for our dinner date.
A fresh shower, change of clothes, and putting together my proposals get me out of the house and on Dean's doorstep nearly ten minutes to seven. When he opens the door, a gust of aromas hits me just as my eyes take him in from head to toe.
Jesus. He puts all those hunky actors and models to shame.