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She nods her head thoughtfully. “Honestly, the only things you’re missing are a standing mixer, baking tins for cakes and cupcakes and silicone mats.” She looks through my drawer filled with spoons and spatulas. “Well, also silicone utensils like a whisk, basting brush and some scrapers for the sides of the bowl and such.” She walks around before turning back to me. “Oh, and some silicone oven mitts.” She holds up my old fabric ones with a grimace. “Silicone really is much better to use and lasts a long time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I say while in reality I plan on going out and buying everything she listed. Again, not something she really needs to know right now.
Her eyes go comically large and she runs over to the other side of the kitchen. “Is this a bread maker?” Her eyes are glowing and her smile is large and carefree. My breath actually hitches with how beautiful she looks in this moment.
“Yep.” Is all I manage to say through the lump that has formed in my throat.
“Can I use it?” She looks so damn hopeful, that even if I had some weird attachment to it, I would still let her.
“Like I said, Sprite, you have free reign. Anything you want, is yours.” Hopefully, one day she’ll want it all, including me.
She starts clapping her hands and dancing around. “This is something I have been looking at for awhile but haven’t managed to convince myself to buy.” Her smile is brighter than the fucking sun. “I am so excited. Now I can make homemade sandwich rolls to go along with everything.”
“Go for it, Darlin’.” I say before pressing stop on my phone. I had forgotten completely about it seeing her so happy. I look at the time. Shit. “Speaking of going, we better do just that or you’re going to be late to work.”
She rapidly looks through her purse and grabs her phone. “Crap on a cracker! Edge will be so mad if I’m late.” I highly doubt that. She could probably get away with murder where Edge is concerned.
“Let’s get you to work then. Better to not make that grumpy asshole any grumpier.”
“Okay.” She says with a small smile, looking shy again. Baby steps.
I hold the door open to the garage for her and wait until she walks through it to set my alarm. Once I close my garage door, I set the alarm for that as well. I know I seem paranoid, but people are assholes. I also have hidden cameras all around my property as well as every door. You really can’t be too careful. And plus, it would be weird to own a security company and not have any myself. No one has to know about all the motion sensors as well.
I walk to my truck and open the door for her causing her to smile at me. Jesus, the shit I would do to see that smile every day is frightening. I slowly move towards her and place my hands around her hips this time. I can hear her breathing hitch, and when I look at her face, it’s bright red. I slowly lift her into my truck and gently place her down on the seat. Truthfully, I don’t think either of us has taken a breath.
“Thank you.” Her voice would give Minnie Mouse a run for her money right now.
“You’re welcome.” My voice sounds rough to my own ears. I’m so close to her, I can feel her tiny breaths across my face.
She licks her lips and every ounce of blood in my body floods south. “Umm, we should get going. I don’t want to be late for work.” Her voice has taken on a raspy tone that pulls me into her personal space. So much so, it takes me a second to realize I still have my hands around her waist.
I clear my throat and painfully remove my hands. “Right. Buckle up.” I tap her leg before finally getting my shit together enough to close her door.
For fuck’s sake, I’m a grown ass man, not a shithead with his first boner. Although the one I’m currently sporting is making it difficult to walk around to my side.
Come on man! Think about dead puppies, vomit, the old and fat brothers naked at the club!
And that does the trick. At least enough for me to be able to climb into my seat without terrifying her.
I buckle my seat belt and see she’s already buckled up. I glance at her and give her a smile as I start up my girl. “You ready, Sprite?” She’s sitting there with her hands neatly folded in her lap with a tint of red still on her cheeks.
“Yes.” She gives me a small nod while facing forward. Baby steps, man, baby steps.
“All right, let’s get you to that grumpy SOB.”
Thirty Minutes Later:
I pull into the parking lot of my office after having dropped off Cadie. If it wasn’t for the fact I had to help her get out, I’m pretty sure she would’ve bolted without much more than a wave. Baby steps.
My office is just a large warehouse with some office space attached to the garage the club owns. But it seemed like the best idea, especially since I’m not an overly trusting man. I prefer to hire only brothers from the club. I’m not a big fan of outsiders and this is a great setup. I don’t have to worry about anyone stealing my shit, just one of their clumsy asses breaking something.
I park my truck and exit my baby. The doors to the garage are open, so I decide to go in that way. Both buildings are connected and, I’m too lazy to unlock my own door right now.
As I walk up, I hear the end of a customer yelling at Xander before storming to her car in a huff. She peels out fast enough to make a Nascar driver proud. I give him a smirk and raise my eyebrows. He looks two seconds from throwing a wrench across the lot.
“Fun mornin’ so far?” I goad because I’m a prick.
He scrubs his hands across his face, leaving some grease marks, and I have no intention of telling him. “I hate rich fuckers.” He groans making me chuckle.
