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Chapter 2
Patrick
“Is there a problem here?” It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes at the way Chad scrambles to his feet. He’s always been a bit of an ass. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great with numbers, but I might need to give him a lateral promotion where he doesn’t have to interact with people.
Having heard the entire interaction with Amara, I’m pretty sure that “promotion” will happen sooner than later. He ripped into her. Made her feel pathetic and small. That isn’t how I want the company to run.
When they first started, my mom and dad put everything on the line to start their own restaurant, make their own fortune. I don’t take their hard work for granted, especially when I’m the one who benefited the most when they passed it along. They’ve been there for me every step of the way. Their support is a key reason why we’ve been so successful since I took over.
It’s the same kind of support I see Amara trying to give her son. But it sounds like she doesn’t have a lot of help. With my history, I’d have to be an asshole to ignore her request.
“Amora has only been working here for two weeks and she’s already requesting time off for ‘personal reasons.’” Chad tries to explain.
I’m aware she’s only been here two weeks. The day I met her is burned into my memory. She stood with the other new hires wearing a grey leather pencil skirt and a fitted black blouse that showcased her gorgeous curves. Her curly black hair, grey eyes, and smooth, tawny skin certainly made an impression. Combine that with her obvious intelligence and drive, and you have a woman I’m determined to get to know better.
Amara is shorter than me. I’ve always liked that in a woman. It allows me to tower over her and take charge in every way possible. My muscular body contrasts beautifully with her plump softness, and I can’t stop thinking about how my skin would look pressed against hers.
I’ve been called dominating both in the bedroom and by my employees, but I’ve never believed myself to be unkind. I enjoy taking what’s mine, what I desire and crave, but not to destroy it as I conquer it.
Right now, that means taking care of this situation. At Chad’s comments, Amara’s head bows like she’s trying to hide. Damn him. She has no reason to feel ashamed.
“First, I believe her name is Amara, not Amora.” From the corner of my eyes, I see her head lift, her eyes studying me. “Second, I overheard the entire conversation. I think her son’s birthday cake qualifies as a personal emergency. Make sure to approve paid time off for the rest of the afternoon.”
I direct my attention to Amara. “I think I might be able to help with your cake problem. If you’ll please come with me.” With my hand on her lower back, I guide her out of Chad’s office.
As we walk back to her office, I notice she’s wearing a tight green top tucked into a pair of high-waisted black pants. There is something so damn sexy about a woman who knows how to dress professionally. With her hips swaying in front of me, I want to bite my knuckles and groan.
But it’s my turn to be professional. Plus, I want to get to know the woman and hopefully help her out, not send her running.
In her office, she turns to face me, leaning against her desk with her arms crossed protectively in front of her.
“You said you could help with the cake?” she asks tentatively.
“Have you heard of Just Desserts?”
“Just Desserts with Cleo? The one who hosted that benefit for single mothers that was all over the news last year. Yeah, I’ve heard of her. I’d love to try some of her pastries, but I could never afford it.”
“That’s her,” I confirm. “We do a lot of catering with Just Desserts, and I’m sure if I gave her a call, she’d be able to work something out.”
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I scroll through my contacts. “What kind of cake did you need?”
“A superhero cake for at least fifteen kids and ten adults. Chocolate is his favorite.”
Cleo answers, and within ten minutes, we have everything set for her son to have the best cake in the city at his birthday party. As Amara gets ready to leave, I make one more call, this time to my assistant, canceling my own plans for the rest of the day.
“Do you mind if I join you?” I ask. Amara freezes with her purse halfway closed. “I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly for you and your son today.”
“Um, sure. Okay.” And just like that, my predatory side engages. She’s beautiful, smart, and she’s about to see what it’s like to be shamelessly pursued. Because right now I’ve decided that Amara Sage is going to be mine.
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The party goes off without a hitch. Josiah and a dozen of his friends from school run around the park on a sugar high times ten. Amara introduces me to the kids as her boss and to her friends and brother Lincoln as the guy who saved the day.
Cleo steps up in a big way. Everyone agrees the cake is epic, not just in looks but in taste. When Amara moans over her first bite, I have to adjust my jacket to hide my thickening length. Next time, I'm determined to be the one making her moan in pleasure.
Gradually, the party dies down, parents leave with their kids, and it’s just Amara, Josiah, her friends, and myself cleaning up. I find myself next to Josiah, picking up dirty paper plates and throwing them in the bin while he sneaks a finger into the frosting on the leftover cake.
“You’re my mom’s boss?” he asks.
