Page 17 of Falling for Her
When close, I place the tray down, and the guy doesn’t look at me. However, I do frown at the tingling that takes over my body again, making me pause for a second.
Okay, that was weird….
“You can fuck off now!” he snaps when I don’t move, his voice deep sending shivers down my spine, but I ignore the reaction and snap back, “Yes sir, but why don’t you eat a cupcake? It may change your attitude!”
The gall of the jackass….
The guy’s head shoots up with anger before we lock eyes, and I suck in a breath.
Oh, holy wow….
Deep green eyes stare back at me, and I swallow hard at the sudden urge to kiss him, which is completely inappropriate, I mean, I’m pretty sure that’d be sexual harassment if I did that.
Clearing my throat, I turn, breaking eye contact and walk away from the guy and go to my dad’s table when I see him and Cody standing.
“Break time over?” I ask, and Dad grins.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Cody here has more files to go through,” he replies. Cody groans, making me chuckle as I remove the table in front of Aiden, trying my hardest not to turn back to the man sitting at the back of the room despite feeling his eyes burning into the back of my head.
His eyes, wow…
My heart races and my palms sweat but I ignore the reaction, shake my head and put the little table beside me, then unclick Aiden and lift him from his highchair. He wraps his arms around my neck, and I place my face into his hair.
“Be good for Daddy, okay?” I mumble, and he nods before Cody takes him from me and kisses my head.
I give him a smile before Daddy kisses my head next and whispers, “Keep an open mind.”
Confusion hits me and I open my mouth to ask what on earth but before I can ask him what he means, he walks away, with Cody following as Aiden waves at me.
I wave back smiling and as soon as the door shuts, I side-eye the guy in the back of the bakery, noticing his eyes are on me. I clear my throat before grabbing my dad’s and Cody's dishes, trying not to shake, knowing I’m suddenly that guy's main focus as my stomach tightens.
Maybe he’s pissed at me, and yet that doesn’t seem to scare me, if anything, it thrills me.
Weird.
I lock up three hours later, yawning. I’ve been up since four this morning baking before opening the bakery at eight, and last night, Aiden decided Sissy’s bed was the best bed for the night, something my dad found hilarious. Me on the other hand not so much because my lovely little brother is a kicker and I’m pretty sure I have a bruise on my back.
The guy who snapped at me didn’t say a word for the full hour he was here and didn’t say a word when he left, but it was weird because as soon as he walked out, I felt empty.
I shake my head. Such silly thoughts. I guess I’m more tired than I thought, and I know one thing, I’m definitely looking forward to my bed.
Pulling my bag up high on my shoulder, I turn, ready to get my ass home but jump back and gasp, noticing I’m not alone. My heart races with fear, and I move my hand to my bag, ready to grab my pepper spray, but halt when the tingling sensation hits me, the same one I felt when…
I tilt my head at the figure leaning against a black Harley, recognizing him instantly. His arms are crossed over his chest. His dark blonde hair is in one of those man bun things, while his white T-shirt stretches across his chest, and his leather jacket hugs his biceps.
Damn, what I’d give to climb him like…
I swallow hard. I’ve never had this reaction to someone before, not even with Cody. Though I was attracted to Cody at one point, nothing like this has happened to me.
“Well, this isn’t creepy at all,” I say, slowly moving towards him. It could be an absolutely stupid thing to do, but something in my gut is telling me he won’t hurt me, and again, that could be because I’m stupid.
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I was having a bad day, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” he says, and instantly, my clit pulses at how much his voice vibrates through me, and I clear my throat.
Crap.
“It’s fine. A little bit of cake always perks someone up,” I reply, and he nods while looking over me.
His eyes move from my messy bun and down my plain black T-shirt to my jeans, and I clear my throat again but for a completely different reason, causing his eyes to come back to me. I raise a brow, and he smirks, not caring that he just got caught checking me out.
