great. And then maybe I can think about expanding.”
“Expanding your existing store or opening more bakeries?”
“More Sugar Dancer Bakeries.” She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. “Not for awhile, though. But it’s what I want to do someday.”
Damn, she just got hotter to him. A woman with ambition meant she wasn’t looking for a man to rescue her. Kat didn’t need a Prince Charming to take care of her. She was taking care of herself.
“I also want to develop a product line of prepackaged items that people can bake at home. My thought is that I’d do instructional videos walking them through the process of making the items. The videos would be accessible for free on my website.”
“Hmmm.” She had been putting some real thought into this.
“Ana and I are going to shoot a few instructional videos for things like cake-decorating tips for home, load those on Sugar Dancer’s site and see if they get some interest.” She scrunched up her face. “I’m rambling.” Leaning forward, she set her glass of water in the holder.
Sloane tugged her back against his arm. “You’re excited, and I’d like to hear more. Tell me the locations you’re thinking of for more bakeries.”
Uncertainty flashed in her eyes.
“Careful, baby. You don’t want to retreat, thinking I’ll treat you like your family.” He hated that shit. Kat was sexy as hell when she stood up to him. But when she retreated, it snapped his hold on his temper, and he got into her face, challenging her.
Her doubt cleared. “That’s right, you’re a bully.”
“You love it. No lies, Kat. It makes you hot when you can fight back.” He linked their fingers. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”
“Like telling you my spanking fantasy? That wasn’t careful.”
Her soft voice plowed right to his groin. After tugging their joined hands to rest on his thigh, he took a breath to calm his lust. “What was it then?”
“Revealing. Showing you something about me I’m not entirely comfortable with yet.”
“What’s that?” He wanted to know, even more than he wanted to explore her spanking desire.
Her shoulders rose gracefully. “The part of me that wants to let go of the tight control I’ve had on myself.”
Damn it. Sharp lust rivaled with a slew of emotions he didn’t want to examine. “All you have to do is ask. You do that, and I’ll assume control and take care of you. But only when you’re ready.” God, he would take care of her, take her to heights she’d never imagined.
He had to stop. Now. Before he forgot how damned important this night was.
“But right now…” he struggled to keep his voice controlled, “…we have to go back to talking about your work. Or I’m going to pull you into my arms.” And he wouldn’t stop there. Think. What were they talking about specifically? Oh, right. “Tell me about the locations you’re thinking about.”
For a few seconds, her eyes filled with shifting emotions. Then she relaxed. “To start I’d go with Los Angeles or San Francisco to open a second Sugar Dancer Bakery.”
“Why?” He wanted to know her reasoning. “Wouldn’t smaller areas give you a better chance to get noticed?”
“Yes, on a small scale. But if I want to garner larger notice to create a brand, I need high-profile locations. The trendiness of L.A. and San Francisco can work for me. And they are foodie areas, another plus. But a strong reason is also traveling—I can drive to L.A. in a couple hours, and San Francisco is an hour flight. That would give me a lot more access to get staff trained, etc. Once I get better at the start-up, then I can expand outward. I have a lot to learn before I get there though.”
“Overhead will be higher in metropolitan areas. Competition fiercer.” Sloane wasn’t going to sugarcoat this. He handled challenges head-on. But if Kat wanted to do it, he could help her.
Her eyes took on the same glow she got when they were sparring and he
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