Sweet Addiction
Page 12“Don’t you get it? Instead of flowers he sent you flour since you’re a baker. Shit, that’s romantic.”
I shove him and he doesn’t budge. “Romantic? A married man just wrote me saying he wants to keep f**king me on the side. He’s married, Joey. This is not romantic. It’s sleazy and disgusting.” Picking up my coffee and stepping away from the counter, I stare at the flour and take generous sips. This is insane and my assistant is an idiot.
“You’re missing some key adjectives there. A hot married man wants to keep rightly f**king you on the side. You must have blown his mind girl. Plus he sends you presents? I want him as my secret boyfriend.”
I shake my head. “What a pompous ass**le. He must think I’m some two bit whore to willingly submit to this joke of a request. Fucking douche-bag.” I pick the card up and toss it in the trash as Joey lunges for it. “Leave it.”
“No. At least keep it for a day. You might change your mind.”
“You are high off your ass if you think I would actually consider this.”
“I f**king wish I was high right now. That would be an excuse for my insane case of the munchies.” He throws his hands up dramatically.
We both giggle at each other and the situation. Of course this is my life. I couldn’t have some hot guy who gave me the best orgasm be interested in me. No, that would be too normal. He has to be a hot married best orgasm giver with a mouth I would pay to have on me again. Figures.
The morning went by quickly with the steady flow of customers. Mondays are always busier in the bakery, mainly with walk in specialty requests which I enjoyed immensely and Joey hated. He preferred that I wasn’t tied up in consultations all day so that we could chit chat and gossip. It was close to noon when Juls walked in, looking as chic as ever in her tight pencil skirt, white blouse, and heels to die for. I really needed to raid her closet someday. Besides the height difference between us, we were similarly built and could swap clothes easily. We were both slender yet toned, given how religious we both were about our exercise routines.
“Hello, lovies. And how is everyone’s Monday going?”
I moan as Joey smiles big, showing off his lonely dimple. “You look hot, Juls. Got a meeting with an annoying couple?” I ask as I straighten out the remaining red velvet cupcakes in the display case.
“Actually, I was just about to head over to Ian’s work to have lunch. You know I gotta look good for my baby.”
I perk up. Perfect. I could tell him off in person. “Mind if I joined you?”
She tilts her head to the side as Joey gasps dramatically. “Are you going to confront him?” The excitement in his voice is almost palpable.
I nod firmly. “Hell yes, I am. If he thinks he can proposition me to be his dirty little secret, he is seriously mistaken.”
“Well---,” he rests his chin on his hand, “---Reese sent our sexy friend here a note with some flour saying that he was sorry about f**king up and would love to see her again.” His grin cracks his face open. “Isn’t that fantastic?”
She stares at us with a furrowed brow. “Are you serious? Oh damn it, I meant to confront him at the wedding after you left, Dyl, but he actually disappeared pretty soon after you did. Besides, I was a bit preoccupied. And did you say he sent you flour? As in baking flour?” I nod and she raises her eyebrows, her mouth slowly forming an O. “Ah, instead of the traditional flowers. That’s actually pretty clever.”
I stomp my foot. “Oh for f**k’s sake. Why am I the only person that didn’t get that? And it wasn’t clever. It was stupid, because he’s stupid.”
“Wow, you’re really gutting him with that insult,” Joey states sarcastically as I pull my apron off. I throw it at his face.
“Well?” I ask, turning to Juls.
“Well what?”
“Can I come with you?”
“Hey! What about me?” Joey yells.
I turn my head. “You need to stay here and man the shop. What did you think I was going to close down for this?”
“God damn it! This is why we need another employee, Dylan. I f**king miss everything.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the details after I cut off his testicles.” Juls and I walk out of the shop together and towards her car as I give myself a mental pep talk. Yell first then remove balls or remove balls then yell. Hell, did it matter?
I’m slowly beginning to lose my edge as we walk into the crisp sleek foyer of the Walker & Associates building. Juls’ heels are clicking on the marble and I inwardly curse myself for not changing my outfit before I so bravely decided that this was a good idea. I’m wearing a pale blue button up shirt, skinny jeans that are dusted in flour, and my favorite ballet flats. This would have been so bad ass if I was wearing something sexy and revealing, showing Reese what he would never touch again. Damn it, Dylan. Think next time. At least my hair and makeup are on point. We step off the elevators onto the twelfth floor and I follow closely behind her, unsure where to go.
“Nervous?” she asks as she walks up to a small reception area.