“Yeah, those are the ones Raven mentioned.” She smiled, grabbing my hand as she hurried towards the bakery. Seemed like Liam had gotten them two talking again. I was glad, not wanting her to feel any further doubt, especially with the fact that the Djinn still had some level of hold over her.
I pushed the door to the bakery open. The smell of dozens of freshly baked treats was actually fucking appealing, but the place was too fucking packed, although Kiara didn’t seem to fucking mind.
We walked over to the counter, waiting until the few people ahead of us were served. A built, tattooed man wearing an apron was behind the counter, a big fucking grin on his face. Not sure what he was finding fucking joy in. Kiara scanned the display of treats, and I felt my heart squeeze, remembering how she loved to bake.
“You loved to bake,” I remarked, placing my hand on her ass.
“I did?”
“Yeah.” I cupped her neck with my free hand, pulling her close and kissing her passionately as I squeezed her ass.
“What did you like the most? From what I baked I mean?” She asked me when we broke apart, her cheeks coated a pretty shade of pink as she tried to ignore the stares we were getting.
“Your brownies,” I said when we finally got to the counter, where the fucker who was reminding me of someone else flashed Kiara a smile.
“Hey,Bellissima, what pleasure can I offer you today?” The fucker asked with a suggestive wink that made Kiara blush. Why the fuck was he speaking Italian when he was obviously fucking American? Dickhead.
“How about you stop fucking flirting and-”
“Could we get some Maritozzi? And what else would you recommend?” Kiara cut in quickly, placing a hand on my arm.
“With your face and that accent, I can get you anything you want... although maybe something a little less sweet. You look sweet enough, gorgeous.”
Okay, this fucker was getting on my last damn nerve. Why the fuck did I even come into this fucking place?
“Thanks… but I’m not that sweet. So I’ll take some Maritozzi. You have beautiful eyes.” Did she actually just fucking compliment this fucker? What the fuck was amazing about his eyes? Blue, I hated that shade of blue.
“Thank you, beautiful.”Stop smiling.“Yes, they’re real, no, they’re not contacts, and absolutely, I can step around this counter so you can get a closer look,” the fucker remarked with a wink.Does he want me to gouge his precious blue eyes out?“Wouldn’t mind getting a better view of your ink anyway...” he added, making Kiara blush lightly.
“No, it’s okay! They’re startling, I can see them from here… what would you like?” Kiara replied quickly before turning to me and giving me a warm smile. She sure fucking knew I was ready to lose my shit. I grabbed her elbow, pulling her against my chest. I did not need this fucker eyeing her tits.
“Do you have croissants?” I growled, glaring coldly at the fucker behind the counter. He was pissing me off with his irritating, flirty attitude. His smile vanished and he nervously scratched the back of his neck.
“I, umm... the last batch I was in charge of wasn’t great, kind of got distracted. The boss man won’t let me near them again, but I’ll see if he’s got any fresh ones out back for you, my man.” He smiled as if he couldn’t sense my fucking displeasure. Americans…
“Yeah, distracted fucking flirting with every woman that passes through. Maybe if you focused on your damn job, this shit wouldn’t happen. And do not call me your man,” I growled.
“Alejandro… be nice. We’ll just take the Maritozzi and some Cannoli, please. He doesn’t need croissants,” Kiara added quickly. It was obvious she was trying to be quick. Well, good, because I was getting sick of looking at fuckers who smiled for no damn reason.
You’re so grumpy, my love.She giggled through the bond.
Yeah, well, I don’t like people hitting on my woman.
He was only being nice.
Nice, my fucking foot. I knew a player when I saw one. The fucker in question packed the damn pastries, holding them out to Kiara.
“Here you go, call it six euros? A smile like yours adding so much beauty to this place definitely deserves a discount.” He winked so much it’s like he had a tick.
“Thank you so much. It was nice meeting you…” Kiara smiled.
“Kage. And the pleasure was all mine…”
“Kiara.”
“Okay, if you’re both fucking done, let’s get out of here,” I growled, placing a twenty-note on the counter. I did not need his damn discount. I pulled Kiara closer as she turned and mouthed a thank you. I kept my hand firmly around her waist and led her out of there. Fucker.
Stepping out into the open, Kiara pulled away.
