get on top of him to ride him. She would do that to look into those sparkling green eyes. Too bad only his eyes sparkled. With his dour expression, no way could he have a girlfriend...or boyfriend. She’d never established whether his pendulum swung toward the ladies or men.
Nikla got out of her car with a handful of her fliers. As she paced in front of the candy store, she tried not to glance into Decadent Treats, looking for that tempting employee.
In her attempt to be shady about her observation detail, she nearly ran into a customer trying to go into the store.
“Sorry. Um, I have this if you, uh, well–” The more she fumbled with her speech, the faster the woman walked by her to get into Decadent Treats.
Just thinking about Sweet had her flustered enough for her to forget her spiel.
“Damn.” Nikla leaned her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. “I have to get it together.”
“No, you don’t.”
The deep voice shook Nikla enough to right herself and spin on her heel. Behind her stood Sweet. Today he wore a pink Decadent Treats t-shirt and jeans. Only a man like Sweet could get away with having a name like “Sweet” and wear a pink t-shirt.
“Don’t you have work to do?” She turned her back on Sweet and chewed on her lower lip, praying in her head that he remained outside with her.
Sweet looked good enough to eat even though he didn’t smile.
“You mean I should keep working until your little protests shuts down this business?”
Nikla brought her attention back to him. In an unexpected move, he held up a frosty bottle of water. Nikla spied the offering suspiciously before returning her gaze to his face to gauge his sincerity.
“I figured you would be thirsty doing all of your marching.” Without a smile, Sweet still seemed sinister despite the generous gesture.
So why did Nikla’s stomach still flip at a simple bottle of water? She knew it had nothing to do with Sweet’s olive branch gift. It had everything to do with the man behind it. Why did he intrigue her so much?
“No thank you. Besides, I don’t know if you’ve poisoned it. You probably injected a syringe full of something to give me diarrhea.” Nikla continued her pacing, waiting for someone to approach her to cut the tension between her and Sweet. When she turned back toward him, she found Sweet staring at her.
Sweet opened the bottle and tipped it back into his mouth to prove to her that he wouldn’t hurt her. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“You look different today.” Sweet scanned her from her head to her feet.
“Different how?” She put her hand to her stomach.
Sweet nodded. “Nice.”
With it being Saturday, Nikla had had two early morning classes. At the end of them, she decided to go home, shower, and change into a simple pair of skinny jeans, a loose-fitting top, and flats. Because her lips felt chapped, she did put on some lip balm and a little gloss. She didn’t do it because she thought she would see Sweet. If she kept thinking that, she might believe the lie.
Deana would have been proud of her. Nikla at least did change her outfit from her work clothes.
“You made comments about what I wore yesterday, I thought I would switch it up a little.” Nikla had told the truth there.
Sweet must have recognized it, evident from his demeanor. “So you adjusted your behavior because of me.”
Sweet said his statement as a declaration, not a question.
Nikla opened her mouth to refute him, but he had her. “Not entirely for you.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Had I known you listened to me, I would have told you to wear your hair down.”
Instinctively, Nikla put her hand to her head. The bun she styled her hair in allowed her freedom to not think about the style the rest of the day and kept her tresses out of her face.
Knowing that Sweet wanted her hair down had her thinking about his motives. Was he just saying that to throw her off her game or
Nikla got out of her car with a handful of her fliers. As she paced in front of the candy store, she tried not to glance into Decadent Treats, looking for that tempting employee.
In her attempt to be shady about her observation detail, she nearly ran into a customer trying to go into the store.
“Sorry. Um, I have this if you, uh, well–” The more she fumbled with her speech, the faster the woman walked by her to get into Decadent Treats.
Just thinking about Sweet had her flustered enough for her to forget her spiel.
“Damn.” Nikla leaned her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. “I have to get it together.”
“No, you don’t.”
The deep voice shook Nikla enough to right herself and spin on her heel. Behind her stood Sweet. Today he wore a pink Decadent Treats t-shirt and jeans. Only a man like Sweet could get away with having a name like “Sweet” and wear a pink t-shirt.
“Don’t you have work to do?” She turned her back on Sweet and chewed on her lower lip, praying in her head that he remained outside with her.
Sweet looked good enough to eat even though he didn’t smile.
“You mean I should keep working until your little protests shuts down this business?”
Nikla brought her attention back to him. In an unexpected move, he held up a frosty bottle of water. Nikla spied the offering suspiciously before returning her gaze to his face to gauge his sincerity.
“I figured you would be thirsty doing all of your marching.” Without a smile, Sweet still seemed sinister despite the generous gesture.
So why did Nikla’s stomach still flip at a simple bottle of water? She knew it had nothing to do with Sweet’s olive branch gift. It had everything to do with the man behind it. Why did he intrigue her so much?
“No thank you. Besides, I don’t know if you’ve poisoned it. You probably injected a syringe full of something to give me diarrhea.” Nikla continued her pacing, waiting for someone to approach her to cut the tension between her and Sweet. When she turned back toward him, she found Sweet staring at her.
Sweet opened the bottle and tipped it back into his mouth to prove to her that he wouldn’t hurt her. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“You look different today.” Sweet scanned her from her head to her feet.
“Different how?” She put her hand to her stomach.
Sweet nodded. “Nice.”
With it being Saturday, Nikla had had two early morning classes. At the end of them, she decided to go home, shower, and change into a simple pair of skinny jeans, a loose-fitting top, and flats. Because her lips felt chapped, she did put on some lip balm and a little gloss. She didn’t do it because she thought she would see Sweet. If she kept thinking that, she might believe the lie.
Deana would have been proud of her. Nikla at least did change her outfit from her work clothes.
“You made comments about what I wore yesterday, I thought I would switch it up a little.” Nikla had told the truth there.
Sweet must have recognized it, evident from his demeanor. “So you adjusted your behavior because of me.”
Sweet said his statement as a declaration, not a question.
Nikla opened her mouth to refute him, but he had her. “Not entirely for you.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Had I known you listened to me, I would have told you to wear your hair down.”
Instinctively, Nikla put her hand to her head. The bun she styled her hair in allowed her freedom to not think about the style the rest of the day and kept her tresses out of her face.
Knowing that Sweet wanted her hair down had her thinking about his motives. Was he just saying that to throw her off her game or
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