Page 13 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

I clenched my jaw but kept my smile in place. “Lemon raspberry is a crowd favorite. It’s meant to be tangy.”

He didn’t respond, already moving on to the next sample—the chocolate ganache. He took an even smaller bite this time, his lips barely touching the fork.

“Too rich,” he declared, pushing the plate away. “It’s overwhelming. I don’t see how anyone could enjoy more than a bite.”

I forced a laugh, though it came out more strained than I intended. “Well, it is a wedding cake, not a single-serving dessert. People tend to share it. It’s not meant to be eaten all at once.”

Kaisen raised an eyebrow, his expression dripping with condescension. “That’s obvious. But subtlety seems to be lost on you.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from firing back. Subtlety? From the guy who stormed into my bakery like he owned the place and critiqued every bite like he was Gordon fucking Ramsay? Please.

“Let’s try the red velvet,” I said, sliding the next sample toward him. “It’s a classic. Cream cheese frosting, just the right amount of sweetness.”

He eyed it skeptically but took a bite—finally, a full bite. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and I dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d found something he could stomach without complaint.

Then he sighed. “It’s an old lady cake.”

“You are ridiculously picky,” I growled.

He shrugged, his lips curving into a smirk. “I have a type,” he said.

“We’re talking about cake, not women,” I shot back. “And, for the record, this isn’t your wedding. Your opinion doesn’t really matter.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Then you choose. I really don’t care. You’re the one that pitched a fit about needing to know Cullen and blah, blah, blah.”

I groaned, throwing my hands up in frustration. “You’re the best man. I’m just here to bake the cake. Choose something!”

“Fine. That one.”

He gestured to the red velvet, making it clear he wasn’t thrilled about it. As he stood up, he leaned just right, his elbow resting on a piping bag full of strawberry icing. The pressure sprayed icing all over me like silly string.

I gasped, looking down at the mess. “Are you kidding me?”

Kaisen froze, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d done. I scooped up a handful of icing and threw it at him, hitting him square in the chest. It splattered across his shirt and even got a bit on his face. We both stared at each other in stunned silence.

For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Kaisen swiped a bit of icing off his shirt, tasting it with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes never left mine, and the smirk that spread across his face was downright infuriating.

“See you around, sugar,” he said.

My heart raced, my cheeks burning as I watched him walk away. “It’s Dorie!” I called after him, but he was already out the door.

I stood there for a moment, my hands still covered in icing, my pulse pounding in my chest. What had just happened? One minute, we were arguing, and the next… I didn’t even know. All I knew was that Kaisen Seely had a way of getting under my skin like no one else and it was driving me crazy.