Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Jeremiah had changed the moment they’d come in. It wasn’t in the way he spoke, or even the way he held himself, but he’d changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“I’d love some,” I said, sounding tired. “Are we cooking for tomorrow, too, or are we heading home?”
I’d been trying to convince him that we didn’t need to do anything for tomorrow, mostly because me and ice didn’t mix. Me and cold didn’t usually mix, either. Yet, I functioned… mostly. Tomorrow, when it was supposed to snow, ice, and do other crazy shit like tornado in the middle of fucking January? That was cuddling weather. That was getting under a comforter and reading weather.
If he made me get out in the snow because he was convinced we’d be open, then I’d be a sad twat.
“I’m thinking about it,” he grumbled.
Then he was out the door without another word.
I watched him go with a grin, my eyes fastened on his ass and how good it looked in jeans that had a flour handprint on the butt when a throat cleared.
I peeled my eyes away from Jeremiah’s ass only when he was out the door and I could no longer see him.
Both Noel and Peter were looking at me curiously.
“You know,” Noel said, glancing back at Jeremiah as he crossed past the front windows. “I don’t think he’s ever offered to buy me coffee before.”
“He still hasn’t.” Peter snickered.
“That’s because he thinks of me as asexual.” Noel shrugged. “And I talk TikTok to him all day. He can’t stand TikTok, by the way. That’s the fastest way to get him to hate you.”
I didn’t think so.
I’d shown him two TikToks today, and he’d watched both of them, even laughing out loud at one.
I didn’t admit that to the two people currently staring at me like I’d somehow tamed the beast that was my boss.
“He likes you,” Peter said. “As in, he really likes you. What did you do? Bake him something? That’s the only way he gets in a good mood sometimes, when he eats something good.”
I felt my face flush, and I turned around and prayed that they wouldn’t come to the other side of the cabinet.
Did he eat something good?
My god, yes he did.
He ate me so good, it was all that I could think about.
It was all I’d dreamed about last night, too.
The way he’d pulled me on top of his face to ride him. How he’d devoured me like I wasn’t smothering him with my thick thighs.
How he’d pierced me with his tongue.
How he’d licked me so good that…
“You don’t have to do the dishes,” Peter said. “That’s Jessey’s job.”
I put the pan down and stared at it, wondering what in the hell I’d gotten myself into with this man.
Would I even be able to keep our interludes innocent from now on?
The sad thing was, I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to.
Sex with Jeremiah was clearly the highlight of my life.
CHAPTER 8
Smokin’ hot, and I don’t mean the food.
-Apron
JEREMIAH
By the time I arrived back at the shop with the coffees, there was already a line out the door.
That, and my bakery was probably goddamn freezing from the door being propped open for the next customer in line to enter, as well as the door constantly opening and closing.
I’d also gotten a text from my underling at the power company saying that they were already calling in crews from out of state in preparation for the coming storm.
Which I’d already beat him to.
I’d called them in three days ago when I’d saw the prediction forecast.
Most likely, they would be needed. Plus, the ones coming down were up north. They were used to working in the snow and cold, unlike my guys.
My guys, though very good at what they did, just wouldn’t be able to function quite the same.
But they’d get through, and I knew they would.
Plus, I had a distinct thought that Rachel hadn’t even put forth the effort or used any forethought on them.
Kind of like why I always bought the crews new insulated coveralls every year, as well as company jackets. They were well outfitted and equipped. And, as I was walking in, I knew that all the food that we would make today would be used either way it went.
If it rained, and we lost power, every last bit of food we made would go to the crews, visiting and stationed here, to help feed them over the next twelve hours when shit hit the fan.
Most likely, that was what was about to happen. Because when you owned a power company, you planned for the worst, and hoped for the best.
“Jesus Christ,” I snapped at the person propping the door open with her foot. “Were you raised in a goddamn barn? Shut the fuckin’ door! If you’re next in line, wait outside for your turn. When the next person leaves, you enter when they exit. It’s not that hard, and I won’t have a heater break trying to keep up with y’all’s dumbasses.”