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But he still didn’t want her blushing and smiling at another man.
“You’re here for the cake,” Camilla guessed. She was a tall woman with a wide smile and kind blue eyes. “It’s boxed up and ready. I’ll grab it for you.”
“Thanks,” Amelia said, drifting closer to the counter.
Camilla hesitated, eyeing Amelia, then Leo. Her shrewd gaze shifted back to Amelia again. “When’s the last time you ate? Did you have breakfast?”
“Cam,” Amelia huffed. “I’m fine.”
“You forgot breakfast, didn’t you?” Her gaze met Leo’s once more. “Has she eaten?”
“How would he know?” Amelia asked, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder at him.
Camilla’s eyes narrowed. “Amelia, I love you, but you will not deflect this question. Have you eaten anything today?”
Amelia’s jaw hardened for a moment, then her shoulders slumped. “No,” she admitted.
Camilla harrumphed, sounding like an eighty-year-old man. She disappeared for a moment, reappearing with a steaming-hot cinnamon bun dripping with gooey icing. Sliding the plate across the counter, she slapped a couple of napkins beside it and crossed her arms. “Eat.”
“I need to get back to the wedding,” Amelia said, but her eyes were on the cinnamon bun.
“Eat. I’m not giving you the cake until you eat something.”
Amelia’s scowl was back, and she lifted her gaze from the bun to glare at Camilla. Leo grabbed the plate and drew her gaze back to the steaming confection. He walked over to a table, set the plate down, and pulled a chair. Amelia glanced at him, then at Camilla, and threw up her hands in defeat. “Fine! I’ll eat!”
“Make her a coffee before you leave for the day,” Camilla said to Ben. “You.” She pointed to Leo. “Make sure she eats the whole thing.”
“It’s as big as my head!”
“Half of it at least.”
Amelia grumbled, but she slid into the chair and ripped off a piece of cinnamon bun. When the soft, steaming dough hit her tongue, she let out a noise that made Leo’s groin tighten. Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and she slumped in her seat, chewing with such bliss on her face that Leo suspected she’d temporarily left their current plane of existence.
Leo moved slowly, sitting down across from her, watching the way her cheeks flushed pink as she swallowed. He tried to ignore the blood rushing south, tried to tear his gaze away from the look of ecstasy on Amelia’s face. Eyes still closed, Amelia licked the tips of her fingers one by one, then finally opened her eyes and reached for the cinnamon bun again.
Heart pounding, Leo watched her bring the dough to her mouth again, that same orgasmic expression spreading over her features as she swallowed another bite. He wanted to put that look on her face himself. Craved it. He wanted to eatherlike she was a confection placed on the table before him. He wanted to peel that dress she hated so much off her body and taste every hidden corner of her skin.
“It’s so good,” Amelia said in a dreamy voice he’d never heard before. Then she blinked and seemed to come back to herself, meeting Leo’s gaze. She cleared her throat and straightened, pushing the plate toward him. “You should taste it. No one bakes as well as Camilla.”
Leo didn’t want to take even a crumb of that cinnamon bun away from Amelia, because that meant one less bite that she could eat with that pleasure-drunk expression on her face.
A cup clattered as it landed on the table in front of her. Amelia jumped, her face growing red. “Thanks, Ben.”
“Want anything else?”
She shook her head, then watched him walk back toward his espresso machine. Leo frowned, then tore a piece of cinnamon bun off for himself. When that drew Amelia’s gaze back to him, he felt a dirty, shameful bit of satisfaction.That’s right, he thought.Keep your eyes on me. Not him.
She watched him take a bite, arching her brows expectantly.
Cinnamon, sugar, butter, and soft dough filled his mouth with the taste of heaven. He let out a surprised grunt, which made Amelia grin. She looked like a mischievous sprite with that expression on her face, a fairy that had convinced him to partake in a forbidden feast. He was already doomed.
“Told you it was amazing,” she said, then tore off a piece of dough for herself.
“I’m heading out!” Ben waved at Camilla behind the desk, then shifted his gaze to Amelia. “See ya, ‘Melia.”
Amelia waved, chewing, her cheeks turning pink again. Leo scowled. Why was some scrawny coffee slinger making her blush so much?
The bell above the door jingled, and Leo leaned back in his chair. “You like him, or something?”
