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The woman opens her door, and I realize I don't want this surreal situation to end yet, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Good luck delivering the cake, miss. Watch out for other cars. The cake can't survive another emergency stop."
As if bitten by a snake, she turns back to meet my eyes, and I can't help but note her fantastic frame—curves in all the right places. Within moments, I imagine her body naked below me, but her voice, tinted with more anger, pulls me from my short but incredible fantasy.
"You find this funny?" she questions, stepping towards me. "You arrogant, insensitive jerk!" She pauses again. "Let me explain something to you. You have cost me hours of work that I don't have the time to repeat. As a result, I'll disappoint a lovely family with a broken cake."
She gets in the car and starts it. When she puts her foot on the gas pedal and drives off, I'm standing there, stunned by her words.
Arrogant, insensitive jerk?Her words linger in my head, and a second later, it hits me. Shit, she made that cake herself. I run my fingers through my hair. That's why she was so pissed. It wasn't a cake from a cake store. I raise my eyes, but they're long gone.
Damn, I should have paid more attention and remembered the license plate number.My phone buzzes in my pocket; I grab it and read the message.
One new message (Amanda).
"Hey, will you be coming back to your office?"
My fingers tap a quick reply.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
I fix the flat tire and place the tools into the trunk. Fifteen minutes later, I open my office door and face a frowning Amanda sitting behind my desk with her legs stretched out and her high heels resting on my desk. She stands as I walk towards her, and we hug.
"What brings you here, sis?"
I let go, and alarm bells ring in my head at the sight of her sparkling eyes.
Amanda and I inherited the entrepreneurial gene from our father. She's set up her clothing store with outstanding success, and even though she presents herself as the sweet, innocent type, she's a real lioness in business.
"Why do I sense you're here to ask me for a favor?" I question while watching her reaction.
"Because I am. I need you to come to my auction tonight."
I shake my head. "No."
"Nick, that's not fair," she whines. "Before you say no, you need to listen to me explain why I'm asking this." Amanda places both hands on her sides. She always takes this pose when she's determined to get what she wants.
I take a deep breath while walking towards my office window, where I wait for her to continue.
"This auction means the world to me, and I need more publicity."
"And I can help you with that, how, exactly?" Stupid question because I already know the answer.
"Nick, you're the most wanted bachelor in Boston. If you show up, there will be more paparazzi, and paparazzi means publicity."
I hate the term “most wanted bachelor.” It brought me nothing but attention from women with the wrong motives. I loved it at the beginning. For a while, I fucked every woman my cock desired, but it got boring after a while. I don't want a woman who's with me for my money.
"Are you going to help me?"
I repeat, "No.”
"Nick. Please." Amanda pulls out her prowling lip.
"Shit," I mutter, staring outside as I wait a second to respond. "You just want me to attend and sit there?"
"Yeah. You will make me the happiest sister in the world. I love you, Nick. Please help me make this evening a success."
I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair, considering my answer. "Fine," I say with a puff.
"Thank you, thank you. Thank you! Come here and give me one of your giant hugs," Amanda replies while dancing.
