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like this.”
Okay, that was really sweet. His hot piece compliment warmed my stomach, but rather than latch onto that, I decided to narrow my eyes at him. Before I could snap at him for being so judgmental, he continued.
“I saw you visiting with Salt, couldn’t believe that shit. Figured you must’ve been related to him. Imagine my surprise when a few days later, I walk into a bakery and see you serving the best fucking coffee in the city, and the best fucking treats in the state , dressed in the sexiest fucking outfit I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Oh dear . My uterus contracted and I’m almost certain I may have had a mini orgasm.
“My uniform isn’t sexy,” I protested.
“Babe,” he sighed. “Your hair, your smile, those tits, that ass… makes a man think of nothing more than lifting that apron up over your hips, laying you out on that counter, and feasting on the promise of what’s sure to be the sweetest tasting pussy in the world.”
Okay, that was definitely a mini orgasm. I clenched my legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but of course he did, and he smirked a cocky, arrogant smirk that made me want to kiss it right off his lips.
I was totally in trouble.
“I still don’t understand why you’d ask me to dinner and then start grilling me on if I was related on Damon.”
“You took it the wrong way, didn’t give me a chance to explain, and then bolted like you had a firecracker up your ass. You also left money to pay for your meal ,” he growled the last part while scowling at me.
“So?”
“So,” he mimics. “A man asks you to dinner, he pays. You do not.” He pulled out a bunch of crumpled bills from his pocket and tossed them in my lap. My mouth fell open in surprise. “I asked about Salt because I was trying to figure out why someone like you would be hauling your ass to a maximum security prison twice a month to visit with a convicted serial killer and rapist.”
“Don’t be so judgmental,” I snapped. “He’s a human being, and he’s paying for his crimes. For your information, Hashtag Asshole, I’m volunteering for a program called Friends For Lifers,” I huffed. It was then I noticed the change in his face. Gone was the irritability, the frustration, the anger. The lip twitch came back. His eyes crinkled at the corners and I watched in fascination as they melted right in front of me. It was then I realized my mistake.
“Hashtag Asshole?” The lip twitch morphed to a smirk.
“Uh…” Shit. “It just slipped out, I mean, I didn’t mean it,” I stammered.
“Hashtag Asshole ?” he repeated, as his smirk moved into a full blown grin that only made him look even more gorgeous.
“Well, it was Hashtag Hottie until you became Hashtag Asshole after Sherman’s,” I snipped.
It was then he burst out laughing and I watched in awe as his beautiful body shook on the desk and his loud chuckle filled the room. Beautiful.
“What will I have to do to become Hashtag Hottie again?” he asked through a grin.
“That’s an impossible feat. I’d advise against it. You’ll only set yourself up for failure.”
“God, even when you’re being a pain in the ass, you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I am not a pain in the ass!”
“Babe.” He was still grinning, looking at me like I was the most amusing person in the world.
“Are we done?” I stood abruptly.
“Not even close, sweetheart.” The way he said those words was like a promise and I felt a shiver shimmer down my spine.
I went to step past him and his hand shot out to capture my hip in his strong hold.
“Don’t avoid me anymore, Scarlett. You won’t like the consequences, but I will.” The sexy glint in his eyes had me thinking that maybe I would enjoy the consequences more than he would. Another shiver travelled down my spine, and I knew he felt it because his eyes turned melty. I sucked in a breath and found myself wishing he would kiss
Okay, that was really sweet. His hot piece compliment warmed my stomach, but rather than latch onto that, I decided to narrow my eyes at him. Before I could snap at him for being so judgmental, he continued.
“I saw you visiting with Salt, couldn’t believe that shit. Figured you must’ve been related to him. Imagine my surprise when a few days later, I walk into a bakery and see you serving the best fucking coffee in the city, and the best fucking treats in the state , dressed in the sexiest fucking outfit I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Oh dear . My uterus contracted and I’m almost certain I may have had a mini orgasm.
“My uniform isn’t sexy,” I protested.
“Babe,” he sighed. “Your hair, your smile, those tits, that ass… makes a man think of nothing more than lifting that apron up over your hips, laying you out on that counter, and feasting on the promise of what’s sure to be the sweetest tasting pussy in the world.”
Okay, that was definitely a mini orgasm. I clenched my legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but of course he did, and he smirked a cocky, arrogant smirk that made me want to kiss it right off his lips.
I was totally in trouble.
“I still don’t understand why you’d ask me to dinner and then start grilling me on if I was related on Damon.”
“You took it the wrong way, didn’t give me a chance to explain, and then bolted like you had a firecracker up your ass. You also left money to pay for your meal ,” he growled the last part while scowling at me.
“So?”
“So,” he mimics. “A man asks you to dinner, he pays. You do not.” He pulled out a bunch of crumpled bills from his pocket and tossed them in my lap. My mouth fell open in surprise. “I asked about Salt because I was trying to figure out why someone like you would be hauling your ass to a maximum security prison twice a month to visit with a convicted serial killer and rapist.”
“Don’t be so judgmental,” I snapped. “He’s a human being, and he’s paying for his crimes. For your information, Hashtag Asshole, I’m volunteering for a program called Friends For Lifers,” I huffed. It was then I noticed the change in his face. Gone was the irritability, the frustration, the anger. The lip twitch came back. His eyes crinkled at the corners and I watched in fascination as they melted right in front of me. It was then I realized my mistake.
“Hashtag Asshole?” The lip twitch morphed to a smirk.
“Uh…” Shit. “It just slipped out, I mean, I didn’t mean it,” I stammered.
“Hashtag Asshole ?” he repeated, as his smirk moved into a full blown grin that only made him look even more gorgeous.
“Well, it was Hashtag Hottie until you became Hashtag Asshole after Sherman’s,” I snipped.
It was then he burst out laughing and I watched in awe as his beautiful body shook on the desk and his loud chuckle filled the room. Beautiful.
“What will I have to do to become Hashtag Hottie again?” he asked through a grin.
“That’s an impossible feat. I’d advise against it. You’ll only set yourself up for failure.”
“God, even when you’re being a pain in the ass, you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I am not a pain in the ass!”
“Babe.” He was still grinning, looking at me like I was the most amusing person in the world.
“Are we done?” I stood abruptly.
“Not even close, sweetheart.” The way he said those words was like a promise and I felt a shiver shimmer down my spine.
I went to step past him and his hand shot out to capture my hip in his strong hold.
“Don’t avoid me anymore, Scarlett. You won’t like the consequences, but I will.” The sexy glint in his eyes had me thinking that maybe I would enjoy the consequences more than he would. Another shiver travelled down my spine, and I knew he felt it because his eyes turned melty. I sucked in a breath and found myself wishing he would kiss
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