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“What do you do, Lyn?” Ravyn asked.
Enjoying her company didn’t mean I’d completely shed my discomfort in this group. I didn’t want them to see they intimidated me at all. “I’m an entrepreneur.”
“She ownsLoading Java,” Ramsey said.
Ravyn gave him a curious look. “How do you know that?”
“I saw the zoning order come across my desk.”
He was definitely the guy for me to meet. This day wasn’t a mistake after all.
I glanced at Owen and Kingston, both looking relaxed, gorgeous, and frequently focused on me. I had a hard time thinking it was a mistake anyway, no matter how much I shouldn’t be fantasizing about them. It wasn’t like I was planning a future with them, though. I simply liked the memories of all the different things they did with their fingers... tongues... other extremities.
“I’ve always wanted to drop in there, and I’m not sure why I haven’t. Why a gaming café?” Ravyn set her beer on the ground, and scooted forward on her chair. The way she leaned in, elbows on her knees, pressed her breasts together. Stunning view. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stare, or wallow in envy.
The fact that no one else gave her a second glance was odd, but not bad for my self-esteem.
“For the prestige and fame.” I tossed out the joke lightly.Please don’t let it fall flat.
Kingston snickered.
Ravyn and Ramsey smiled.
“You may be in the wrong business,” Ravyn said. “Only reason I know these assholes is they’re friends with Ramsey.”
“They’re not big L.A. Players?” I feigned shock. “They told me they were invited toeveryparty in Hollywood.” Except I hadn’t had a clue what they looked like until they walked into my shop.
The teasing earned me more chuckles. I liked having a similar sense of humor to these people.
“Property values in L.A. are outrageous. We’re not going near that place.” Leave it to Owen to pick the reasonable retort.
Another thing that made him sexy.
And I could stop drooling over them any time now, please. “I love gaming, anime and baking... and I found a way to do all three.” My story sounded a lot like Kingston and Owen’s. Instinct braced me for a jab or two aboutof course you love baking, it shows.
“I need to stop by at some point,” Ramsey said. “What’s your specialty? Like, if I have to order just one thing off the menu, what do I get?”
“It’s all good.” My inner fat-girl was still on alert for the jokes.Of course you like it all.
Ravyn slapped him on the leg. “She’s not going to sell if she thinks it sucks, dummy.”
Ramsey shrugged. “Of course not, but she’s got a favorite. Don’t you?” He looked at me.
“The chocolate croissant. Messy, but worth it.” And the creation I was proudest of. The recipe took a lot of trial and error.
“Messy as in, chocolate everywhere? All over your fingers...?” Kingston wiggled his eyebrows.
I fixed him with a warning glare, and braced myself for a surge of bad feelings associated with sucking chocolate off fingers. But everything that led up to his damning question at the end of that night was still a pleasant memory. “All over.”
Ravyn cleared her throat. “I was thinking it was too cold to go in the water, but someone needs to cool off.”
“You can’t take the heat of this package.” Kingston gestured at himself.
I was certainly struggling with it.
Ravyn rolled her eyes, stood, and offered me a hand. “Do you want to walk away from this testosterone fest, or stay and be worshiped?”
“They’re not—” Not me. I was never the center of that kind of attention.
