creamy filling? That Corners Cookies? Are you serious?”
Colt nodded, and Chrissie moaned. The sound made his cock jump. Maybe he could cover her in the creamy filling and eat her. “That’s the one.”
“Oh my God. I love those cookies. I have three boxes in my pantry. Chocolate on chocolate. Chocolate with vanilla. Vanilla with chocolate. Russ never said a word about it. Your last name isn’t Corners, though.”
“No. My father owned a company that bought smaller businesses that were headed for bankruptcy. Some were liquidated, some were re-branded, some simply need some fresh capitol and new management strategies that they couldn’t afford to supply on their own.”
“Which one was Corners?”
“In need of money and strategy. It was my favorite cookie growing up, and I couldn’t let them die.”
“Makes sense. Why doesn’t Russ work with you? Amber does, though, right? That’s what Russ said. Damn, I’m a bit selfish for not having asked either of you when I met you what you did or really anything.”
“You had other things on your mind at the two different parties we met at. Your mother throws an incredible party, by the way; however, I do believe my father and his wife threw one just as audacious. I don’t think I saw you sit at either gathering for longer than a couple of minutes. As for why my brother doesn’t work for me, I offered, but he wanted to remain with his law firm. He enjoys what he does too much to be hemmed in by corporate politics. Amber is the CEO of the family holding company. She shares in some of the responsibility of Corners Cookies, but I no longer work the family business. It’s all hers.”
“Russ enjoys being a defense attorney. He loves the research, doing the work himself. He worked so hard all the time.” Chrissie looked toward the river. “He liked to play hard too, I guess.” She looked back at Colt, and whatever shadow might have been in her eyes was gone, replaced with a twinkle of delight. “And you make cookies.”
Colt laughed. “Well, I don’t actually make the cookies, but I do love them. Do you want to know a secret?”
Chrissie eagerly leaned across the table with her arms braced on top. “I’d love to.”
“Now, if you tell anyone, I’ll know, and you’ll be in some serious trouble.”
“What kind of serious trouble?”
“I don’t know yet, but it’ll be trouble, and no one likes to be in trouble.” Chrissie nodded, her mouth twitching at the corners. She was about to burst, but she was doing her best to keep it in. “You are such a brat.” They were at ease with each other, and he couldn’t get over how good it felt just to be around her. He’d been thinking of little else since their kiss earlier in the day. If he’d had the time, he’d have laid her on the floor, set her up on the counter, bent her over the couch, and filled her delectable body with his, but being with her like this? He wanted to get very used to this level of comfort. “We’re going to be adding a chocolate chip pyramid cookie to the line in the fall, and we’re looking into opening physical stores.”
“Chocolate chip cream cookies? Oh, man. I can taste them now. That will be awesome. But why stores?”
She looked like Meg Ryan did in the deli scene of When Harry Met Sally . As though she was on the edge of an orgasm just thinking about the cookies. More and more, he was beginning to think he needed to get her laid. And more and more he was convinced he was the man for the job. “With the success of cupcakes and coffees, food trucks and outdoor shopping areas, and the decline in inside malls, I believe a little Corners Cookie store would be well received.”
“Corporate stores?”
“Mostly, yes. The cookies would be prepared and baked on-site. People love the smell of cookies baking. What better way to pull them in off the street?”
“Uh-huh. And would you, ah…be considering opening a store here in Savannah?”
She looked like the proverbial
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