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“I’m heading back to the kitchen. Are you all okay taking care of things up front?” Jane asked.
“We got it, boss. Do what you need to do,” Yulia replied.
Without another word, Jane passed through the double metal doors and headed straight for the sink to wash her hands before getting started. Once her hands were clean, she donned a pair of gloves and packed cupcakes into boxes. Her mind strayed to the handsome customer who had been so adamant about taking her out. At first, she had ignored him, not knowing what to say or how to respond to such a simple request.
It had been years since any man had even bothered to look at her, let alone ask her out. Not like she had wanted them anyway.
But this man … W.O.W.
He sure was something to look at. He had to have been at least six and a half feet, with a chiseled body and an ass you could bounce a damn quarter on. He’d been dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that looked as if it had been painted on. It was easy to see the flex of his muscles under his shirt with every move he made.
His close-cropped dark hair highlighted his bright blue eyes. His soft and very kissable lips were framed by a light goatee. She shivered when she thought of the light scratchiness that would accompany his kisses.
Jane shook off the sudden bout of lust ravaging her mind and body. Where the hell it had even come from, she had no idea. But now that her body was waking from the long slumber it had been since her divorce, she found it almost impossible to push back the feelings and sensations overwhelming and distracting her from her job.
For the first time in years, Jane felt … giddy, wanting to see him again.
Ugh. She didn’t want to want a man. She wanted to stay single for the rest of her life. She wondered if she had scared the man off for good or if he would turn out to be a glutton for punishment and find his way back to the bakery.
For the rest of the day, Jane had managed to shake the thought of the man who had asked her out. It wasn’t until much later in the evening that his smiling face popped into her mind again, just as she lay in her bed. She stretched out across her king-size bed like she did every night for as long as she could remember. Tossing and turning, she punched her pillow, trying to flatten it a little so she could pop her arm under the pillow and lay on her side.
When she finally faded off into the deep slumber, she had so desperately looked forward to, images of the man’s face filled her dreams.
SIX
Mason paced back and forth across his bedroom carpet. The rest of his day had been a mix of highs and lows. His emotions were a hot mess, and that was so not like him. He was Mason Phillips. Calm. Cool. Collected. It’s who he was. He’d worked hard all his life. Focused on what he wanted and made it happen. He started off working at his job in the mail room, and now he was the CEO of Aberdeen Security Solutions with a controlling stake in the company.
There was a knock on his door.
“Come in,” he said.
“Is there anything I can get you before I retire for the night, sir?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks, Giles.”
“Sir.”
The door closed. Mason resumed his pacing and got back to his thoughts about his mate.
The word no had never been in his vocabulary when it came to something or someone he wanted. Yet his mate wouldn’t even give him the time of day despite his attempts at flirting.
“What the actual hell,” he asked aloud, his voice echoing off the barren walls. His master bedroom contained a bed, nightstand, and lamp. The rest of his home looked just as spartan as his bedroom. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money to decorate. He did. He just had no idea what to do when it came to decorations, so he’d opted for the barest of necessities. In other words, the quintessential bachelor pad. Complete with a nearly empty fridge. He was pretty sure there was a block of cheese and a couple of beers. Maybe a couple of slices of day-old pizza.
It was freaking pathetic, but his job kept him busy. Why not work extra hours when you had nothing more than an empty house to come home to?
The idea of a mate had escaped him for years, having thought he’d never find his. In his youth, he had traveled the world searching for and never finding her. He’d given up on the idea that she had ever existed to begin with. When his friends found their mates with the help of Gerri Wilder at the Paranormal Dating Agency, he was skeptical as fuck. Right up to the point that he had found his mate. Thanks, of course, to Gerri.
Now that he had found her, he wanted her. But she wanted nothing to do with him. At all. There had to be a way for him to reach her. To say all the things he wanted her to know without her refusing to listen. Their situation was a true conundrum. How was he supposed to convince the stubborn woman that she was the one for him if she wanted nothing to do with him and dismissed him so easily?
Mason stripped bare and headed for the shower. Maybe that would help clear his mind from his frustrating mate.
The hot water poured over his frame. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and let the water wash over his head and face. The second his eyes closed, his mate’s face popped into his mind. His cock hardened to the point of pain. Her scrumptious scent of peaches and cream filled his nostrils. He had to open his eyes to make sure she hadn’t stepped into the shower with him. Sadly, she hadn’t. Yet, he could sense her. It felt as if she were right there with him.
“I wonder,” he said out loud, pondering if he still had a certain ability that he’d long ago given up because of the sheer power of his gift. He didn’t like entering others’ minds … especially while they slept. Often seeing or learning things he had no desire to know, Mason had worked hard his entire life controlling his so-called gift.
Leaning back against the shower wall, he palmed his erection and stroked it up and down, thinking about his mate and those sweet curvy hips of hers. He wanted to wrap his fingers around them while he pumped in and out of her. Imagining her tight sheath gripping his cock with each thrust.
“God, yeah!” he groaned as his seed poured from the head of his cock and down the drain. He couldn’t remember the last damn time he came that fast. The only problem … his cock was still hard as a fucking rock.
