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“Oh, okay. Of course.” I turned my head toward him before grabbing two boxes, shocked when a line started to form. “It seems you’re my good luck charm.”
“You’re welcome,” he said gruffly, his eyes twinkling.
Over the next ten minutes, I almost sold out of every cupcake. I was thrilled and shocked. Meanwhile, he’d positioned himself behind the table, playing my helper in retrieving boxes. The guy was a whiz, putting them together in seconds.
When the last customer had walked away, I stared down at the four cupcakes left and sighed.
“Only four left. You were a godsend. The cupcake from before is on the house.”
“Oh, no,” he said as he pulled out his wallet. “You’re running a business and should get paid what you’re worth.”
As he laid down two hundred-dollar bills, I slowly lifted my gaze. “For one cupcake?” Who did this man think I was?
“Oh, I want the remaining four.”
I wasn’t certain how to react as I boxed them for him. “Just so we’re clear here. I very much appreciate your help. In fact, more than you know but that doesn’t mean anything… you know like… extra.”
“Extra?” There he went lifting a single eyebrow, which just made him sexier.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl is that, Cupcake?”
And just like that, I was tossed into a strange abyss where breathing or seeing clearly was not possible.
“You’re the Lone Ranger?”
“At your services, ma’am. What do you say after you’re finished, we get a drink?”
“Well, I’d say… Yes.”
Hell, yes to be exact.
Maybe I would need to thank Willow after all.
The man wasn’t just a catch; he was the entire bakery and then some.
Maybe it was my chance to devour something sweet for a change.
Yummy.
CHAPTER 8
Valerio
One hot mama.
Since when had I ever used that phrase, but Miss Cupcake was that and more. In trying to keep my cool and failing, I’d likely embarrassed her, but she’d taken my atrocious behavior in stride. I could only imagine the news if a nasty reporter had just happened to be in the vicinity, catching the billionaire mogul fondling a goddamn cupcake.
But it had tasted sinfully good.
Which prompted me to wonder if my little mysterious baker tasted even better.
Perhaps I would indulge myself before our time spent together was concluded. Was it risky given I knew almost nothing about her?
Yes, but in life, there were certain risks worth taking.
I had no idea what had prompted me to text her after the horrible time spent with my dad other than I’d been pissed. We’d bantered. I’d enjoyed it. We’d gotten more sexual. I’d opened another bottle of scotch. Our conversation had turned even more intimate. I’d become the horniest man alive, jacking off while staring at her hot leg. Then I’d had the nerve to send her a picture of my chest.
