Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Flashes of last night start returning to me as I’m scooping out cups of sugar—my back arching, Julian’s deep grunts in my ear, his weight pressing down on me, the feeling of intense bliss as we both climaxed at the same time.
I shiver as I close my eyes and picture myself there. I have so many questions.
What does this mean? Are we an item? Is he my boyfriend? Is he using me for a fling? How many cups of sugar have I put in? Five? Six?
Shit.
I add one more cup because more sugar is usually better than less sugar and keep going with the recipe.
“Because don’t you think it was odd how Jar Jar infiltrated the Senate?” Scott says as he shuffles up next to me. “It makes you think, huh?”
I drop my head with a groan.
“And then think about how Jar Jar was the one who convinced the Senate to vote in favor of giving Palpatine absolute power. Didn’t you think that was weird?”
“I saw that movie when I was like six years old,” I snap.
“But didn’t you think it was strange?”
“No. I don’t know anything about Jar Jar Binks, Sith Lords, or Senate votes, and I don’t want to know. So, unless you want to help me with these damn Danishes, then please leave me alone!”
Scott frowns as he looks at my station. “You have to mix the dry ingredients first.”
“What?”
“Let me show you.”
He spends the next hour helping me and it’s a massive lifesaver. I learn much better with Scott than I did with Trish. Scott takes his time, answers my questions, and is actually pleasant to be around when he’s not talking about movies.
I feel much better by the time they come out of the oven looking like actual edible Danishes.
Trish is so pleased and she even puts them on the top of the display shelf where everyone can see them.
Maybe I won’t be so bad at this job after all.
“I’ll let Scott train you for all the rest,” Trish says with a grin. “Sorry about that.”
I don’t even care. I just want to learn as much as I can. I want to kick ass at this job.
“You know,” she says with a smile. “I think you’re going to fit in just fine with—Oh. My. God.”
Her eyes widen as she stares over my shoulder in shock.
I turn around and chuckle when I see Julian appearing out of the door that leads to the staircase. He smiles when he sees me and I feel so light and giddy that I might have floated up to the ceiling if Trish wasn’t gripping my arm and digging her nails into my flesh.
“Julian Long,” she whispers with her eyes locked on him. “In the back of my bakery? But how?”
Her mouth drops open and she whips her head around to look at me. I can’t help but laugh at the stunned look on her face.
“You… and Julian Long?”
I shrug my shoulders as I grin at her.
“Hey, babe,” Julian says in a deep groggy voice as he walks over. Scott’s head follows him. He’s staring at him with his mouth hanging open as usual.
Julian leans down and kisses my lips. It’s so casual and easy, like we’ve been together for years.
I don’t know how it already feels so natural with this guy. That’s the way it must be with soulmates.
Trish is breathing heavily and obsessively fixing her hair beside me.
“Do you know Trish?” I say, presenting her with a smile. “She’s my lovely new boss and the owner of the bakery.”
“Of course,” Julian says as he takes her hand in his. “Everyone in town knows Trish.”
He kisses the back of her hand and Trish just about melts into a puddle.
“What time do you finish?” Julian asks me.
“Two.”
“I’ll pick you up,” he says. “I want to show my girl around.”
My girl.
“Alright,” I say with a permanent smile on my face and with my heart racing. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll see you soon,” he says in that sexy voice I love so much. He takes my chin with his big hand, tilts my head up, leans down, and gives me a nice long kiss on the mouth. I’m so dizzy I need to grab onto the counter when he finally pulls away.
He is not using me as a fling. Feelings can’t be this intense with a fling. I don’t know why that even popped into my head before.
“Bye, Trish,” he says, making her break out into giggles. “Bye, movie guy.”
“Bye!” Scott says, waving enthusiastically at him.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says with a wink.
All three of us stare at him in stunned silence as he leaves.
Trish takes a few deep breaths to recover and then turns to me with an intensity that makes me take a step back.
“He slept here last night?”
“Um, yeah. Is that okay?”