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“Busy day at the bakery?”

“Always is. What about you?”

“Meetings. Contracts. I’d rather stay home in bed with you all day.”

“Then do it,” I offer. “Cancel everything. I’ll do the same. We can—”

“You’re a tease, Kate,” Chad says with a smile as he stands up.

Chad isn’t a bad person. Not at all. He’s a good man. A hard worker. He cares.

But cancel your fucking meetings, stay here, and fuck me until I can’t walk!

Instead, Chad walks to the bathroom, stretching.

He shuts the bathroom door behind him and lets out a loud fart.

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose with my right hand.

I can still smell the scent of my pussy on my fingers.

Under my breath, I groan.

My heart secretly races.

I wonder when I’m going to hear from Corbin again.

Ironic enough itwas at the bakery where I met Chad.

He came in and ordered a black coffee and a blueberry muffin.

He didn’t catch my eye at first.

He was subtle. Smooth. Quiet.

Chad’s game was to keep showing up. The repetition thing.

It’s not a bad game to have or play. Honestly, I enjoyed it. The pursuit of it all.

Of course there was a voice in my head wondering why he kept taking so long to have anything happen.

I guess in his mind he wanted to act like the perfect gentleman.

In my mind I wanted to be treated like a dirty slut.

Opposites attract…

My finger slides against the jagged teeth where I’m supposed to pull the tinfoil to cut it. I gasp and put my finger in my mouth. I reach for a towel and move away from the counter for safety reasons.

I look at my finger and lucky for me there’s no blood.

I’ve got an order of forty-eight cupcakes being picked up soon.

No room for error right now.

I obsessively keep checking my phone.

Waiting for…something.