Page 29 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“Thank you for your time,” I said.

Kaisen insisted on putting his arm around my shoulders and guided me out of the venue.

The second we were out of earshot, I turned to Kaisen, making it clear I didn’t appreciate the touching.

“Let’s grab lunch,” he said.

“No. I’m leaving. I have a week full of orders to prep for, and I don’t have time to waste on this anymore. Eliza wants her cake and me to make it while I’m running around doing all this stuff.”

He looked conflicted for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “Dorie⁠—”

“Goodbye. You can call Cullen and tell him we did all this. He’s welcome. She’s welcome.”

I got in my car and slammed the door shut. Then I peeled out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror. Kaisen stood there, looking down at his phone. He slid it into his pocket and turned toward his car, his expression unreadable.

I didn’t know what to make of him. One minute, he was infuriating, and the next, he was almost charming. But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I had a bakery to run, orders to fill, and a life to get back to. Kaisen was just a distraction—one I couldn’t afford to let get under my skin.

I pulled into the parking lot behind the bakery and did my best to shake off the lingering sensation of Kaisen’s hand on mine. The moment I was in my kitchen, I felt grounded again. This was my world, my sanctuary. I wasn’t going to let some charming stranger—or my flaky sister—derail me.

I tied on my apron and got to work, whisking batter and prepping fondant with practiced ease. I didn’t have time for games, especially not with someone who seemed to thrive on them. Kaisen was a playboy. I was not about to let him play with me. I didn’t care how attractive he was. He wasn’t going to use me to entertain himself while he was here. I was a local. He would not be the first dude to come into town for the summer looking for a fling. I didn’t fall victim to those guys, and I wasn’t about to do it now.