Page 22 of Candy & Her Saints


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I love baking.

I love Mom’s legacy.

And I’m going to bake Vito a chocolate-peanut pie that’s so delicious, he’ll forget all about the pain in his cheek, lip, and eye, as well as about the ruined apple pie from last night.

I pick up the phone, determinedly wiping the tears out of the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand.

SWEET VENOM: I’m doing one of my favorite things.

SEVEN: You only needed to say that you were having some private time with your hand or is it that favorite vibrator of yours…?

I flush.

Cheeky.

How does Seven know about my favorite vibrator?

My gaze darts to the bottom drawer of my nightstand. Now, I’m longing for the pulsing touch of my purple magic wand vibrator.

I itch to take it out and hold it against my wet pussy but struggle to resist it because I’m not going to let him be right.

SWEET VENOM: I’m looking through a cookbook.

SEVEN: I believe you.

I shake the book like he can actually see me. The loose recipes flutter like fragile butterfly wings.

SWEET VENOM: I am.

SEVEN: At 9:35 in the morning? Are you looking for ideas about how to impress me, when we meet up for our first date to discuss the heat? You know, with one of those fiddly meals that includes things like fish and artichoke-tomato vinaigrette?

Is he flirting? Are we flirting?

What’s happening here?

I push my tangled hair out of my eyes, as I think for a moment.

This is unexpectedly fun and exactly the type of distraction that I need right now.

Seven’s profile says that he’s into cooking too, as well as checking out new bars.

SWEET VENOM: Sorry, but I’m expecting you to take me out to a fancy restaurant or bar.

I’m not.

I’ve never been taken to somewhere like that in my life. I wouldn’t even know what fork to use.

SEVEN: Damn, and I had all my vouchers saved up for the local fast food joint.

I freeze.

Is he serious? Have I just offended him?

I know what it’s like to not have much money. I don’t care if we chat and get the necessary consent for the heat over a coffee.

I don’t want him to stretch himself financially, if he’s struggling. Perhaps, his profile was only for show about the bars.

I’m the last person who’s entitled or cares about status or wealth in an Alpha, but a lot of Omegas are into that wealth and power shit.

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