Page 32 of Candy & Her Saints


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How can I be shy, after Seven’s talked about my wet pussy, and I’ve just come on his order?

Yet I am.

Huh.

SWEET VENOM: So, what time shall we meet on Friday…?

SEVEN: I’ll send you the time and location, as soon as I know when I can get away from work. We’ll stay somewhere public, of course. I want you to be comfortable for the first meet-up.

SWEET VENOM: It’s a date.

I bang the phone against my forehead.

Shit, could I sound more dorky?

A date?

“No emotional connection,” I mutter. “Come on, Candy. He’s just a knot.”

I can’t think of anyone like that, however, even if he wants me to.

Why couldn’t he be an Alphahole like most of the Alphas from the Snakes? It’d be easier then.

Frustrated, I wipe my sweaty hair back from my face and swing my legs over the bed.

I might not have been able to sleep but I feel rested.

Orgasms are part of my wellbeing, see?

Reluctantly, I snatch my black t-shirt up from the floor.

Time to get back to work and the overwhelming mingling of smells in the main shop.

I touch the patch on my neck, pushing it more firmly on.

All of a sudden, there’s banging at my window.

Shocked, I snatch up a cushion like it’s a weapon. I tumble off the bed, painfully landing on my knees on the threadbare carpet.

Terror shoots through me. My pulse skyrockets.

A wide oak grows outside that window. The tree overshadows the tiny garden behind the bakery.

Has someone climbed up it?

A home invader? Omega kidnapper?

Why are they trying to break into my room?

I blanch.

Is it someone from the Snake pack? Dad? The triplets visiting like Dad threatened?

It’d be just like Gia to climb up the tree as a twisted prank and then scratch her nails like the Blair Witch against the glass.

I swallow, before crawling cautiously toward the window.

This bedroom is my safe space. I’m protecting it.

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