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‘Not just laid this time?’
‘No.’
‘What have you got there? Have you been baking?’ Ewen prised the tin lid off before I had a chance to speak. ‘Sweet! You brought breakfast.’
He’d hauled out a sticky, icing covered bun, biting into it before his eyes rolled into his head.
‘Holy shit,’ he said through a mumble.
I watched as he swallowed before immediately taking another bite.
I had to admit, the swirled buns looked pretty appetising. Reaching in, I pulled one out before taking a bite. They were pillowy soft and still slightly warm, the icing melting over my fingers. I licked the icing from them between bites.
Ewen was right. The buns were a holy shit level of good. Baby girl could bake.
As I finished up my bun, I noticed something stuck to the underside of the tin lid. A folded piece of lined paper.
Unfolding it, I read the brief message before having to hide my crotch beneath the bar for another ten minutes.
My dirty girl had left a note.
Daddy, I hope you licked your fingers like I want to lick my cream from your big dick.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
VALENTINA
Saturday inched by, every minute seeming to take five as I waited to see if Logan would show up.
I’d cleaned the flat to within an inch of its life, baked about a million cupcakes and changed my outfit four times. It had been one thing to meet him at Rosenhall in a neutral zone for us, but he was going to see my home. Assuming he came, and that he didn’t just drop the tin in my hands and go.
I wanted him to see me as an equal. Not too young or too immature for him. To see that I looked after myself, had a well-paid job and a proper grown up life. Maybe then he’d see me as an option rather than a poor decision. He’d marry Nicole in four weeks, and I wanted to make him change his mind. Even if he didn’t end up with me, he shouldn’t be marrying a woman because of what his business would gain. He should be happy.
And even if he didn’t want me like that, I absolutely needed more of his hot mouth and big dick before he took himself off of the market.
Good decisions be damned, I was out to get as much of him as I could.
Smoothing my dark hair down around my shoulders, the light curl in the ends holding perfectly, I took another look in the mirror, making sure my makeup sat just right. I’d redone my eyeliner three times to try to get both eyes to match with a sultry cat-eyed look. My short, chequered sweater dress rode high on my thighs and I wore slouchy over the knee socks to compliment it.
When a loud knock sounded, I jumped and took a slow breath.
‘You’ve got this, Valentina. Make him sweat.’
His muscular frame filled the doorway as I pulled open the door. Logan stood awkwardly, holding my floral cake tin and swallowing hard as his eyes roved up my figure.
‘Good evening,’ I said. ‘Come in.’
I walked into the kitchen without giving him a chance to deny my offer.
‘A little wine?’
‘Valentina. I’m just here to return your tin,’ he said, but he’d walked inside and closed the door behind him.
‘Sure. I’m just having a glass and it’s rude not to offer.’ I topped up two glasses anyway, walking toward him and swapping the tin for the wine. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’
Hopefully him bending me over the sofa and stuffing his fat cock into me...
‘One glass. Then I’m going.’
