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I peer through the window and notice we've stopped inches from an expensive black Porsche. "I had to stop because of a parked car." I let go of the lungful of air I wasn't even aware I was holding. But my relief is brief when Charlotte yells, "Mommy—the cake!"
I jump out of the car and open the backdoor of my Volkswagen Caddy. I pull the box—which has shifted—toward me. The dent in it isn't reassuring, and when I open it, I momentarily forget about Charlotte.
"No! Shit! FUCK!"
Charlotte draws in a loud breath. "MOM!"
I groan, clasping my hands over my eyes. "Yes, Charlotte, I know they're bad words," I say as I stare at the damaged cake.
"Two bad words, to be specific," an unfamiliar man's voice says, and I turn on my heels.
My eyes widen when my face is inches from his chest, where I pick up on the warm, woodsy scent emanating from him. I inhale deeper. It's so... enticing.
"Are you okay? You came close to hitting my car."
Holy Shit.I take one step back to stare at him. He's around six feet tall, with a well-built body and long, muscular arms. My eyes travel further up along his neck to his sculpted cheekbones. He has a well-groomed, square jawline and full, sensual lips.
His forehead shows slight wrinkles as he lifts his dark eyebrows. As I stare at his caramel-colored hair, my mind slides into a sensuous place, and when we make eye contact, I'm tongue-tied. His irises are a rich, dark brown color, speckled with gold. He's mesmerizing.
Oh my god, what am I doing? One gorgeous man, and I'm imagining doing things I've never done. Like placing whipped cream on his lips and removing it with my tongue.
He continues to stare at me. "Miss, are you okay?"
I snap back to reality and remember him saying he's the owner of the car. I shake off my unwanted, steamy thoughts and try to maintain a level of normality.
"Why the hell is your car stopped in the middle of the road? I could have hit you, or your car... or injured this little girl! You... you pudding-head. Did you even consider how careless you were being?"
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Forest green eyeslit with anger. The same eyes that moments ago were examining me from top to bottom. I'm used to women doing that—what I'm not used to are women giving me an animated lecture. Pudding-head? Who the hell says that?
I reply by giving her a piece of my mind. "If you had paid more attention to the road in front of you, you wouldn't have needed to swear in front of the kid." I smile and give the sweet-looking girl a playful wink. She has been observing the entire conversation. My words seem to fuel the fire in the woman's next stream of words.
"You're blaming me?" she proceeds with her hands on her hips. "You stopped your enormous car on this minor road, you idiot."
"You're calling me an idiot? If you had been paying more attention, you would have noticed my warning lights were flashing. So stop yelling. You're not the victim here." Her eyes lock onto mine for a second time, and my dick reacts. For God's sake, she's only looking at me.
"Get in the car, Char!" she says, glancing at the girl standing next to her.
"But the cake…” the little girl says, pointing to the car.
I follow the direction she’s pointing and see an open box. Inside are the remains of what must have been an exquisite cake. Now, however, there's a deep crack running through the middle. "I can buy you another cake."
"I didn't buy this cake."
My brows knit. "But you can still eat it," I point out with a shrug. With this remark, the woman's eyebrows lift, and her full lips turn into a tight line. I bet she's cursing at me in her head, but I can't help but find the mad, irritated expression on her face sexy as fuck. How would she taste? I bet she tastes sweet and creamy, like the frosting on that broken but delicious-looking dessert. Damn, what am I doing? I press the sinful images away that want to take over and return to reality when the little girl talks.
"You're tall, mister." I stare at the girl who inspects my height and continues asking questions. "How tall are you?"
"I'm six feet four."
"So... you're a giant."
A genuine laugh escapes me—from her viewpoint, I'm a giant."Yeah, I suppose I am." I grin while looking down into her sparkling eyes.
"Okay, Charlotte. We're leaving."
The child waves at me as she gets back in the car. "Bye, Mister Giant."
