Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Do you think we should give them something to talk about?” he asked, whispering against her ear.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said.
“We’re not going to have the town talking.”
“Oh, please, like you wouldn’t get off on it,” she said.
He didn’t argue and took his seat after her. What he really wanted to do was take her home and fuck her hard. He’d not had a feeling like this for a very long time. In fact, no woman had ever made him feel alive. He hadn’t lived like a monk and didn’t claim to be innocent, far from it. Sally, though, she was the first person in a long time he’d really wanted to fuck and be with. Sitting back, he grabbed the menu.
“My treat.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll have the burgers and fries, oh, and make sure they have the extra cheese sauce on the side. I love that stuff.”
The waitress took their orders and he sat back, watching her. “Did you ever leave town?” he asked.
“No. I mean other than a few courses that I needed to take to help expand my cuisine and my baking. That’s about it, really. Did you have fun leaving? Making a name for yourself?”
He shook his head. “No, I didn’t have fun.”
“You didn’t?” she asked. “But you’re wealthy.”
“Money isn’t everything. In case you didn’t know, my health is the biggest problem I have.”
She sat back. “Was it really bad?”
“I had to quit, turn in my city days, come back here, and try to figure things out. I’m healthy, though, if that’s what you’re worried about. Perfectly healthy, not a problem to worry about.”
Chapter Two
Was Hank flirting with her?
Did she enjoy him flirting with her?
Sally watched him as he looked all relaxed. Age had done wonders for him. He was still sexy, in fact, he was sexier now than back in high school. Gone were the boyish good looks and in their place was a man, a sexy, hot, gorgeous man. She didn’t want to be attracted to him but there was no denying it. He’d gotten better with age. During high school, he’d been … something, but now, he was even better.
She’d never approached him back then. They were in two different worlds, and it seemed odd to her to even be sitting with him now, about to eat food.
“Is there a wife you’re keeping secret?” she asked. “I may as well get all of this formality out of the way.”
He rolled his eyes. “There’s no woman waiting for me or that I’m keeping from you.”
“Kids?”
“None. You?”
“I don’t have children.”
“Do you want to keep going with all of these questions?” he asked. “I can think of a lot more things we can talk about.”
“Like what?”
“Like you going out on a date with me next Friday.”
“Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“You’re the competition.”
“Competition is healthy.”
She wasn’t getting turned on by this conversation. She smiled at the waitress as she placed their orders right in front of them.
After picking up a fry, she dipped it into the cheese sauce and took a bite. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the flavor explosion on her tongue. “This is so damn good.”
“Tell me about it.”
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her. “Go on, have a try.” She moved her plate over and he did exactly the same. “Good?”
“Not as good as watching you enjoy something in your mouth.”
She chuckled. The way he said it sounded even dirtier.
There was a twinkle in his eye that she wasn’t mistaking. “You’re flirting with me, aren’t you?”
“What gives the game away?”
“Why?” she asked. “You can have any woman here and you’ve turned them all down. Why me?”
“Why not?”
“I’m not who you’d go for. I’m not the cheerleader.”
“Oh, Sally, baby, I’m not after an eighteen-year-old cheerleader.”
“What are you after?”
“A woman. A full, beautiful, sexy woman.”
Her cheeks had to be on fire with all of his compliments. “And have you found her?” she asked.
“I’m staring at her right now.”
She looked at him, licking her lips. Picking up the burger, she took a bite. So good. “What are your plans now?” she asked.
“To ask you out next Friday.”
“I’m busy.”
“Saturday?”
“Busy.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Still busy.”
“You’re playing hard to get.”
“I wonder how you were able to figure that out.” She smirked.
“You think I don’t know how to chase?”
“I honestly don’t know, but I’ve got things to do and dating isn’t one of them. You see, a guy has opened up across the road from me, and I really need to make sure I can compete with him.”
“Ah, we’re back to that.”
“You could do anything you wanted, Hank. Why opposite me and why a bakery?”
“I love to bake. It helped me with my stress levels. Always has and always will. I’m not going to take away your clientele. I’ve done all the necessary research. You and I, we can work this out together.”