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When I wake up, I still feel exhausted, but I also feel a bit more at peace with myself. I’m going to go for it. Well, I’m going to let it happen, naturally. So what if I don’t know him? So what if he fucks me and walks away?
I could do that, right?
I could be with someone and know that it is only physical. My alarm sounds what feels like seconds later, and I force myself to get up for the day. I have cupcakes to bake. I have frosting to whip up and cakes to decorate.
It’s Saturday morning, and even though I know nobody is going to be waltzing into the shop, I also know that if I don’t have cupcakes in my case, there is no point in me even unlocking my doors.
Once I’m dressed and ready for work, I gather my purse and keys, then move out of the apartment. I smile, my decision made, and I feel good about it. If King comes into the bakery and makes me an offer, I won’t refuse. Though, I don’t think he will. I have a sneaky suspicion I’ll never see that man again.
It doesn’t take me long to walk to the bakery. Slipping into the back door, I lock it behind me, then start to move through the kitchen, gathering all the things to start on my baking adventure for the day.
I decide to make an organic, gluten-free red velvet cupcake with fluffy cream cheese icing and then place a few gorgeous naturally dyed sprinkles on top as my first cupcake of the day. I also make some vegan brownies and then some vegan and organic gluten-free cookies.
When the shop is open, I flip on the neon sign, unlock the door, and open it. I’ve written signs for every item in the case, along with prices. Then I stand behind my counter and wait. And wait. And then I wait some more.
Each hour that passes makes me feel even more disappointed in… well… life. I didn’t expect those bikers to eat my cupcakes and then swarm my shop for more, but I was hoping I would get a few people who trickled in.
But I have none.
Because nobody gives a shit about me or my shop at all. I made a little money at the party, but if I don’t start making some serious cash and soon, none of it will matter. The pain. From losing my business. The pain. From being rejected by this man.
All the damn above.
I’ve tried not to feel sorry for myself, except that’s exactly how I feel, and I hate it.
When closing time rolls around, I lock the front door, store everything away, and then make my way back toward the front door to let myself out. It’s after eight in the evening when I lock the door behind me.
I only go out the front of the building when it’s late. Usually, I go around the back, but it scares the shit out of me out there when it’s dark. There are zero lights, and it’s almost an alleyway. I’ve seen enough scary movies to know that the single girl does not go out the back into a dark alleyway… ever.
I’m only a few steps down the sidewalk when a motorcycle flies by me. I can’t stop myself from turning my head and looking over my shoulder at the rider, hoping to see him. Like an idiot, wishing that it’s him, and he’s going to come back here and confess some kind of love for me or something stupid like that. ,
Then, before I can turn back straight ahead and continue on my way home, the motorcycle comes back around and he’s right beside me, his head turned, and his eyes focused on mine. He smirks, no doubt finding humor in my surprise.
“Hey there, sweetness.”
KING
Fuck me, but she looks sexy as hell walking down the street. They’re revamping the downtown area of our small town, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe to walk around down here at night. It’s dark, and I can see the more colorful members of our town start to make their way out from behind the dark corners where they hide during the day.
“Hop on the back,” I demand.
She shakes her head, then looks down at her feet before she lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “Why?”
“Doesn’t matter. Plant your ass on the back of my bike.”
I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I can see the wheels working inside her brain. She’s thinking about what to do. Does she turn away from me and continue on her path, or does she climb onto the back of my bike and agree to my terms?
“What happens when I get on the back of your bike?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper and sexy as shit.
My fingers itch to touch her, to reach out and feel her smooth skin beneath them. But this has to be her move. She has to make it. I can only accept it from her. I am not going to force her to do anything.
There is a moment of silence as I wait. Her gaze flicks from the back of my bike to my eyes a few times before she lets out a sigh and moves to climb behind me. Her arms wrap around my waist, and her tits press against my back.
I could take her the few blocks to her apartment, but I decide against it. She doesn’t want to just fuck. She wants something more, and maybe it’s just because she’s harder to get than every other woman I’ve been with, but I’m intrigued.
So, instead of taking her straight to her place, I rev my engine and head toward the next town over. It’s only a twenty-minute ride, and there are a lot more things going on there. Instead of a sketchy downtown, they have a coffee and wine bar, restaurants, and a hoppin’ nightlife.
Honestly, both she and the bar should have opened their businesses there. They would probably have done better. It’s an old town, a ghost town type place, with haunted buildings, bed-and-breakfasts, and plenty to see and do if you’re into that touristy shit. Which I have a feeling she is very much into.
