I watch her as she brings it to her mouth and takes a small bite.
And yes, I am aware she’s not doing anything remotely in the way of trying to seduce me, but fuck me, my traitorous mind, and my dick. Clearing my throat, I reach for one of the cakes, anything to try and quell my growing arousal. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh. My. God,” she moans out as she chews and then swallows.
Unable to stop myself, I step forward, reach up my thumb, wipe the buttercream from the corner of her mouth, and bring it to my lips. Everything slows down as she sucks in a small breath. I watch the way her throat rolls when she swallows, the slight flare of her nostrils, the movement of her eyebrows. It’s like I’m under some weird spell I need to snap out of and stat.
“Delicious,” I say.
And then I take a bite of mine.
She places her half-eaten cake on the table and wipes her hands together.
I had already eaten two before I got here, but I needed something to distract myself when I saw her eating like that. I can’t help my physical reaction towards her, but that's all it is, just a physical reaction to how undeniably hot she is. Even in boots and tight jeans, she’s perfection.
My eyes rise to her chest, I can see her nipples through the fabric of her top. She crosses her arms.
“My eyes are up here, arsehole.”
I snap out of my blatant appraisal of her and smirk before screwing up the now empty cake case, tossing it over her shoulder, landing the perfect shot in the bin, and then pump the air in a fake celebration.
“You’re such an imbecile,” she says, rolling her eyes.
Shrugging, I internally cringe as my phone rings. Fucking Naomi.
I grit my jaw and pull out my phone.
“Sorry, I just need to take this.”
Violet uncrosses her arms and starts busying herself, closing the lid of the cake box as I swipe my screen.
“Hello.”
“Hey, babe,” she says, her voice no longer holding the same appeal as it once did.
“Everything okay?” I turn my back, facing the door.
“I miss you.”
It wasn’t long ago when those three words would be my undoing. Damn, she poached me good. But now, when she says things like that, I’m consumed with conflicted emotions. Why can’t I just cut ties with her?
“Listen, Naomi. You need to stop calling me like this.” I clear my throat and glance at Violet, who is doing her best to look anywhere but at me.
“You don’t mean that.”
I glance up to the air conditioning unit above my head, then back to the door, and focus on the poster stuck to it.
“I do. Goodbye, Naomi.”
Ending the call, I stuff my phone into my pocket and turn back to face Violet.
“Ouch,” she says with a playful tone to her voice, but it makes me bristle.
Rather than acknowledging what she says, I point to the cake boxes.
“Have a try of those and let me know what flavour you want and an idea for a design.” I arch an eyebrow. “And please don’t come up with a unicorn palace or some sparkly shit. Soph is doing us a solid. I don’t want to take the piss.”
She crosses her arms. “I wouldn’t. And I’m happy to pay.”
