Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’m being sensitive.” I grab my apron, putting it on. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He makes me feel all of this weird stuff inside of me that can’t be real. I don’t know the man but Neily was right about the day I saw him leave with that other woman. He’d opened the door for her and off they went. She was everything I wasn’t. Tall, thin, and she had giant boobs. Some girls get everything. It’s a bunch of crap, if you ask me.
I mean, I have boobs but it’s because I’m curvy all over. Her curves seemed to settle all in her chest. It is impossible for me to lose weight. Not when I spend most of my days making sweet treats. Let’s not forget my cheese obsession. I mean, is there anything better than those two things?
“What’s wrong with you is that you have a crush.” Neily takes a seat at one of the high top chairs I have in the kitchen as I start my morning prep. “You have also made up some false narrative in your head about this man, too, I bet.”
“Likely,” I agree. How many storylines have I thought up about his life? None that could actually be true if he stays out at clubs as late as he does. One thing I do know is that he’s uber rich. His car alone says that. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I roll out the dough I prepared yesterday. I have to stop watching this guy. I should let someone else take over my morning shift. I’ve trained the other two girls to do almost everything I could, but still I come in at the crack of dawn to get a peek at Mr. Sexy.
“Let’s actually do some stalking.” Oh God. Neily can come up with the craziest ideas. Most times they blow up in our faces, like our 7th grade science project. There are the random times that one of them actually amounts to something. Us owning our own shop is one of them. We had been talking about it for years and finally Neily gave me the push I needed to do it. That was about the only time it’s worked out for us.
“What do you mean?” I’m not totally opposed to what she might have in mind.
“It’s Saturday. Let’s go to the club tonight and check it out. See what he’s doing in there.”
“We could get caught.”
She bursts into laughter. “How can we get caught? He doesn't even know who we are or what we are up to.” She makes a very good point. This idea is sounding better to me by the second.
“Can we get in?” I’m never here late at night but I’m guessing the line for the place will be down the street and wrapped around the corner. What if we get to the front and they turn us away? Is that still a thing?
“We’ll go shopping.”
“I don’t think we have much of a choice unless we wear our prom dresses.”
“Those weren’t even cute back then.”
“I was joking!” Neily and I went to prom together. Our moms, who are also best friends, had helped us pick the dresses, which were horrible but we let them anyway. It may have made them happy but as for Neily and me, we looked like we were going to prom in their generation. They’d been so excited about prom we couldn't let them down. We sucked it up and let our moms have their fun. I narrow my eyes on her.
“Kind of joking?” For someone who makes the coolest designs, Neily has the worst sense of fashion. That’s terrible coming from me because mine isn’t much better. “We can find something to wear, I’m sure. We’ve never actually gone to a club. Let’s do this!”
I chew on my bottom lip. We haven’t. Neily and I have always been on the straight and narrow. Maybe it’s time for us to do a little something crazy. Time for us to spread our wings and have a little fun.
3
Sean
“Did you sign these?” Noah slips the papers in front of me. I glance over the papers, scribbling my name down before he pulls them back. I look over at the clock and know he’s leaving for the day. He’s trying to finish up everything he can before he calls it a night. He’s a hard worker and I’m lucky to have him working here.
“Amber.” I look up at Noah as he straightens the papers in his hand and then moves the small glass globe on my desk over an inch. He can be a little bit OCD. I’m sure he’s lining the globe up with something that I don’t even notice but his attention to detail has served us both well.
“I’m already on it.”