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“Are you always so entitled?” I shot back.
He chuckled. “You’re so uptight.”
“Last I checked, it’s not uptight to expect company policy to be followed byeveryone.”
“What was your name again?” he asked, tapping the pen I’d handed him on the counter.
“Scarlett,” I ground out.
“Well, Scarlett, had I known weeks ago I’d be visiting the children’s hospital and in need of baked goods, I would’ve ordered them then, but I didn’t.” He lowered his gaze and scrawled some stuff on the order form. “As you can imagine, I’m a busy guy, so I plan some things last minute.” Then he set the pen down and slid the notepad back.
I just barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I glanced down at the order sheet—the same order his assistant had tried to place several days before. “Is this all?” I asked.
“No, I want one more thing.”
“What?” I asked, glancing back up at him.
“You.”
I snorted. “Does that line actually work?” Then I shook my head and huffed. “What am I saying? Of course it does; you’re Thorne Roberts, the star of every preteen’s dreams.”
“It’s not a line,” he said, and I shivered at the intensity in his eyes.
There was definitely something going on in that unfairly attractive head of his.
“Consider it a thank you for squeezing my order in,” he added.
And that wasn’t it.
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
Behind me, Penelope choked, then nudged me with her elbow.
“Okay, then consider it a business proposition?”
I huffed. “Business? Unless you want to hire us to cater some massive Hollywood event, I can’t imagine any business we could possibly have to discuss.”
He cocked his head and grinned. “There would be some catering involved.”
I narrowed my eyes at his face. “Is this some kind of proposition, because—”
“No.” He laughed and held his hand up. “Gosh, Scarlett, do you ever give a guy a break?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, hating the way my name so naturally rolled off his tongue. Even worse, the way it shot goosebumps down my arms.
“Is she like this with all guys?” he asked, turning to Penelope.
Penelope, for all her shyness, grinned and said, “Kinda. You should see her with the guys at our school.”
My mouth gaped as I stared at her traitorous face.
“Name one good reason not to go out with me tonight,” Thorne said.
“Um, because I don’t need some elitist celebrity, who is clearly a narcissist, with an entitlement complex taking me out.”
“It’s settled, then.” He rapped his knuckles on the counter. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“What, I didn’t—”
