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Authors: Tori Carrington
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Wild, Heart, sensual, dating, affair, irresistible, Decadent, Convince, Steal, Pastry Shop, Secret Craving, Flavor, Delight, Glamourous, Attractive, Offer
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least up until last night and Ben Kane.
She felt like groaning right alongside her heartsick niece.
She remembered Layla saying once how she believed childhood was something to be survived. Thinking about it now, she wondered how much of the child still resided in herself. Was she, deep down in her heart of hearts, still that fat girl hoping to stay under the radar, who panicked when anyone noticed her?
She and Efi looked at each other.
“DVD,” they said in unison.
And that’s where the conversation about Jason and thoughts of Ben ended.
Well, for the next five minutes anyway.
6
T WO DAYS LATER , Reilly ducked out of sight where she sat in the driver’s seat of the shop minivan, peeking through the window where Ben stood in the backdoor of Benardo’s Hideaway accepting a shipment from a beer supplier. It was 6:00 a.m. on a Monday morning, and her only hired help, Tina, had called in sick. In fact, Efi had told Reilly that Tina and a few friends had gone on a spur-of-the-moment road trip to San Francisco, ditching classes and work. So there Reilly sat hiding from the one man she didn’t want to see her so early on a Monday morning.
Who would have thought Ben Kane would be up so damn early, anyway? Surely he had people who saw to this kind of business for him? Who made it possible for him to sleep in? To live the life of privilege every magazine and newspaper suggested he lived?
And her? Well, one of Tina’s stunts was enough. She was going to advertise for a part-time deliveryman the instant she got back to the shop. All of this running around when she should be back at the shop getting ready to open the doors was hell on the nerves.
A brief rap on the window. “Reilly?”
She snapped upright so quick she hit her elbow on the steering wheel. Standing next to her door was none other than Ben Kane himself, looking twice as delectable as anything her shop had to offer. Which was bad enough. What made it doubly worse was that she knew she looked like death warmed over. Three nights without much sleep, and lying next to a cat that purred louder than a Mack truck, could do that to a person.
A man like Ben Kane could do that to a person.
She rolled down her window and pushed her disheveled hair from her face. “Uh, hi!” she said with forced cheer. “Imagine seeing you here.”
His half grin hit her with full impact. “I, um, own the joint. Where would you have me be?”
Oh, I don’t know, Reilly thought. Home in bed with whatever model you picked up last night, maybe?
“Right,” she said instead, nodding stupidly, feeling even dumber yet that she’d been hiding in the front seat of a van that was clearly marked Sugar ’n’ Spice.
She pushed open the door of the ten-year-old minivan painted white with pink lettering and nearly caught Ben clean in the stomach. “Oh, God! Sorry,” she said. “Are you all right?”
“Believe it or not, this isn’t my first experience with a rogue delivery truck door. Only usually the other guys mean it.”
Reilly returned his smile, feeling all sugary inside now that she was standing next to him.
She had forgotten how tall he was. How utterly yummy. Especially when he was looking at her like he had forgotten all about the granny underpants and could only think about what lay underneath.
She scrambled to recall which panties she’d put on this morning. The ice-blue ones. The thin, satiny ice-blue ones that kept disappearing up her butt cheeks and that she kept having to dig out.
She caught her hand moving to do just that and stopped herself. First granny panties, now grabbing for her butt. Boy, was she ever making a good impression.
“I, um, have today’s orders,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Where’s Tina?”
Ben easily closed the door and followed her quick steps with a long, leisurely, all-too-handsome stride. “AWOL. And since someone has to be there to man the shop, now is the only time I had available to bring this over before the
She felt like groaning right alongside her heartsick niece.
She remembered Layla saying once how she believed childhood was something to be survived. Thinking about it now, she wondered how much of the child still resided in herself. Was she, deep down in her heart of hearts, still that fat girl hoping to stay under the radar, who panicked when anyone noticed her?
She and Efi looked at each other.
“DVD,” they said in unison.
And that’s where the conversation about Jason and thoughts of Ben ended.
Well, for the next five minutes anyway.
6
T WO DAYS LATER , Reilly ducked out of sight where she sat in the driver’s seat of the shop minivan, peeking through the window where Ben stood in the backdoor of Benardo’s Hideaway accepting a shipment from a beer supplier. It was 6:00 a.m. on a Monday morning, and her only hired help, Tina, had called in sick. In fact, Efi had told Reilly that Tina and a few friends had gone on a spur-of-the-moment road trip to San Francisco, ditching classes and work. So there Reilly sat hiding from the one man she didn’t want to see her so early on a Monday morning.
Who would have thought Ben Kane would be up so damn early, anyway? Surely he had people who saw to this kind of business for him? Who made it possible for him to sleep in? To live the life of privilege every magazine and newspaper suggested he lived?
And her? Well, one of Tina’s stunts was enough. She was going to advertise for a part-time deliveryman the instant she got back to the shop. All of this running around when she should be back at the shop getting ready to open the doors was hell on the nerves.
A brief rap on the window. “Reilly?”
She snapped upright so quick she hit her elbow on the steering wheel. Standing next to her door was none other than Ben Kane himself, looking twice as delectable as anything her shop had to offer. Which was bad enough. What made it doubly worse was that she knew she looked like death warmed over. Three nights without much sleep, and lying next to a cat that purred louder than a Mack truck, could do that to a person.
A man like Ben Kane could do that to a person.
She rolled down her window and pushed her disheveled hair from her face. “Uh, hi!” she said with forced cheer. “Imagine seeing you here.”
His half grin hit her with full impact. “I, um, own the joint. Where would you have me be?”
Oh, I don’t know, Reilly thought. Home in bed with whatever model you picked up last night, maybe?
“Right,” she said instead, nodding stupidly, feeling even dumber yet that she’d been hiding in the front seat of a van that was clearly marked Sugar ’n’ Spice.
She pushed open the door of the ten-year-old minivan painted white with pink lettering and nearly caught Ben clean in the stomach. “Oh, God! Sorry,” she said. “Are you all right?”
“Believe it or not, this isn’t my first experience with a rogue delivery truck door. Only usually the other guys mean it.”
Reilly returned his smile, feeling all sugary inside now that she was standing next to him.
She had forgotten how tall he was. How utterly yummy. Especially when he was looking at her like he had forgotten all about the granny underpants and could only think about what lay underneath.
She scrambled to recall which panties she’d put on this morning. The ice-blue ones. The thin, satiny ice-blue ones that kept disappearing up her butt cheeks and that she kept having to dig out.
She caught her hand moving to do just that and stopped herself. First granny panties, now grabbing for her butt. Boy, was she ever making a good impression.
“I, um, have today’s orders,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Where’s Tina?”
Ben easily closed the door and followed her quick steps with a long, leisurely, all-too-handsome stride. “AWOL. And since someone has to be there to man the shop, now is the only time I had available to bring this over before the
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