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ChapterFour
Peyton
I roll over in bed the next day at 4 am. I’m still tired but having the day off yesterday and catching up on my sleep really helped. Hunter and I spent the day inside, talking and playing board games. I had loaned him some of my clothes while we washed his and had tried my hardest not to laugh at him walking around in my pink sweatpants. Then I had realized that he wasn’t wearing anything under them and had to look away before I started drooling. We had made our meals together and I was surprised to see how skilled he was even after spending the last couple of years behind a desk instead of in the kitchen.
I had gone to bed early last night since it stopped raining around 6 pm and I knew that the roads would be cleared enough this morning to open the café. I take a quick shower before I throw my hair up into a messy bun and tug on my ugly chef clogs. I make my way out to the kitchen and freeze when I see Hunter already dressed and standing at the counter. He pours me a cup of coffee, adding the perfect amount of cream and sugar.
“Morning.” He says cheerfully as he hands me the cup.
I mumble my thanks as I make my way over to the small table. I take a seat and blow on my coffee before I gulp down about half of it. I need to leave soon so that I can head to the café and get all of the baking done.
Hunter rinses out the coffee pot and his cup while I finish my own coffee.
“I thought that I’d come help you out at the café this morning.”
I open my mouth to insist that he doesn’t need to do that but he stops me before I can.
“It’s the least I can do after you let me stay here for the last two days.”
I nod at him as I grab my phone and purse and head for the front door. I grab the keys off the table and we head out into the crisp morning air. There’s still some water on the roads but it’s all draining and I know by 8 am when people wake up that the roads will be clear. We make our way down to the café and I park in my usual spot.
Hunter follows me up the front steps and waits while I unlock the door before he follows me back into the kitchen and then into the small office set up back there. His mouth drops when he sees all of the paperwork piled up on the desk.
“Yeah, I need to go through all of that but it will have to wait until Harley gets back and I have some more time.”
I toss my purse onto the desk before I head back into the kitchen to start prep. I wash my hands and pull out everything that I need for this morning, mixing the first batch before I realize that Hunter didn’t follow me out.
I poke my head back into the office to see him sat at the desk with the papers organized into a couple of stacks in front of him.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I ask as he reads through something in front of him.
“Organizing your desk. Baking was never one of my specialties but books I can handle.”
I should probably argue with him and tell him he doesn’t have to do that but Harley and I both hate the business side of running our own business and I know that we were starting to fall behind on it. If he can get us caught up today then maybe we can do a better job of keeping up with it in the future. Plus, I’m not sure if I could handle it if he was just hanging out in the kitchen watching me.
My stomach feels like butterflies are flapping around inside it whenever I catch his eyes trailing over me and I’m worried that I would be too nervous and focused on Hunter to do my job. Our sous chef should be here around eleven and then I won’t be alone with Hunter anymore. Just have to make it until then without mauling him.
I drag my mind away from thoughts of Hunter pushing all of the papers off the desk and bending me over it. I imagine him crouching down behind me while he licks up my center. He’d make me come all over his face before he undid his jeans and took me from behind.
Harley has told me what sex and having a man’s mouth between your legs feel like and the way she describes it, sounds incredible. I’ve been thinking about it more and more, over the last couple of months but it was always with an imaginary man. Now, I’m picturing it being Hunter who spreads my legs and takes my cherry.
The oven timer goes off and I hurry to take the first tray out before they burn. I put the next tray in and set the timer again while I go back to mixing the last of the doughs. I work in silence for the next hour until I have all of the pastries and baked goods ready to go. I know that the breakfast crowd will be in soon and I start to prep, cutting up vegetables and fruit. Our morning waitresses come in and say hi to me before they head out into the dining area. I hear them talking to each other as they get everything out there set up.
Soon, the first customers start to come in. They’re all locals at this time of year and I say hi through the window before I get started on their orders. Time passes fast and soon our sous chef, Daniel, is coming in to help me prep for lunch. He says hi to me on the way to the office to take his coat off. I hear him talking to Hunter and when he comes back out his eyes are wide. He mouths “what is going on?” at me and I smirk back at him.
“Is Hunter Ellis running the café now?” He jokes.
He has to be joking because the idea of a successful restaurateur moving to our little island to run the Beachside Café is hilarious. Before I can answer him though, Hunter steps into the kitchen.
“I’m helping Peyton out with the books. It’s the least I can do after I spent the last two nights at her house.”
The way he says it makes it sound like we slept together and when I look up at him, I see him staring at Daniel like he thinks he’s competition. I want to tell him that Daniel is happily married but I’m kind of enjoying him staking his claim on me. No one has ever been so possessive of me before and I like it. I wonder what that says about me.
I explain to Daniel about how Hunter was stuck when the storm hit so I let him stay in Harley’s old room. Hunter doesn’t seem happy with me explaining our situation further to Daniel and he steps closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
He’s touched me like this before in the last couple of days. I’m actually surprised that he lasted all morning without coming out and touching me. He found reasons to brush his hand along mine, push my hair back behind my ear, or wrap it his arm around my waist or shoulders all day yesterday. Even the first night we met he had easily grabbed my hand when we ran to the car. I’m not used to being touched so much but with Hunter, it feels right. Natural, even.
“Are you taking a break before the lunch rush?” He asks me.
