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“I’ll get the bill.”
She nods, draws back her chair, and stands. She looks as though she's about to say something but instead, clamps her lips tightly and gives me a small smile. "Have a nice afternoon, Ian."
She disappears through the crowd. Well, that was odd. Why’s she so prickly today?
Chapter Thirteen: Kaylee
“Kaylee.” His voice is low and hard, the voice of a man who’s ready to do whatever he can to get what he wants.
Heat simmers through my entire body in response to his voice. Where are we? I don’t know. All I know is it’s dark and we’re in bed, although I barely remember him carrying me here. He undressed me and rained kisses over my face and neck. Now he’s going further. It’s in his eyes, hot with lust.
His hand. Warm. Thick. All over me. Taking my mouth, he kisses me softly. The coaxing movements of his tongue stir my emotions, making me moan. Breathing hard on my face, he grips my nape to hold me still as he deepens the kiss. His teeth tugs gently on my lower lip. Desperate to taste him, I plunge my tongue into his mouth to meet his. I move into him, sliding my fingers into his hair to hold him as he’s held me. Our bodies tangle together, with every part of me aching to press against his warmth—his hardness.
He pins me to the bed softly. Pulling back and breaking the seal our mouths formed, he nibbles on my lip. Then, he traces the outline of my face with the tip of his tongue. Sweet torture. He pays no heed, stroking the lining of my cheeks. I bite my lips in anticipation as Ian moves in behind me.
My head falls back against his shoulder, and I catch a glimpse of his parted lips and eyes darkened with desire. He wants to tease me. The anticipation etched on his gorgeous face is my undoing. His tongue rims the shell of my ear as his other hand cups my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple and driving me crazy. I quiver as his fingers move against me. I breathlessly utter his name. He pays no attention. It’s like he knows where to touch me, and how much pressure he needs to take me over.
Gasping, I cry out as he pushes two fingers in me. My toes curl and my feet becomes weak as jelly. I’d probably melt if I stand now. The air surrounding us is thick and steamy, and the tempo is only increasing by the minute. I plead for mercy. Enough of this sweet torture.
I jerk awake with a start, before slowly blinking into consciousness. Fuck, another dream. About Ian. I’m dreaming about him while taking a fifteen-minute nap at work. Who am I becoming?
The sound of approaching footsteps jerks my eyes open, and I draw back to see a short, well-dressed woman coming up the stairs of my shop. I straighten my dress as I hurry to the sale counter. I typically don’t expect customers to show up after the three-fifty mark. The Closed sign always turns over by four pm sharp.
Well, why not? Late customer only means more cash. The woman draws up to the counter and gives me a friendly smile. I give her a quick once-over. She’s wearing a lavender suit complemented by a set of white-washed pearls around her neck. I glance at the silver signet ring on her veiny right hand. Old money.
“Hello,” she says in a raspy voice.
I quickly put on my professional smile. “Hi, how can I help you today?”
She reads the inscription on the overhead menu board, before ordering five almond cakes and five mini Bundt cakes. Nodding, I set about the task. It takes a lot of effort to stop myself from grinning. The woman’s bill was nearing a hundred dollars.
Oh, I think I like this one already.
Strapping on a glove, I carefully lift the cakes out of the large glass container. I’m about to wrap it when she asks, “May I have sprinkles on the cakes?”
Out of the corner of my eyes. I glance at the clock and I purse my lips when I see the time.
Great.
"Sure."
The woman watches me earnestly as I add a generous amount of sprinkles to the almond cakes.
“A friend recommended this place to me."
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, Nora. Nora Burns.”
My heart lurches and I quickly look up at her. "Nora?"
"That’s correct. She told me you’re a good friend of hers.”
“I—I,” Blinking, I pause, the words failing me. “Well, we went to high school together."
"Oh, yes, I think she mentioned that. Well, she's my friend's daughter, and she absolutely couldn’t stop talking about your pastry shop. She vouched for you so well, I knew I had to come see it for myself and I knew I had to get them."
I nearly weep with joy right there and then. I have only just reunited with Nora for the first time in over a decade and out of her kindness, she’s spreading the word about my business.
