“Thanks and, yes, liquor would be my preferred beverage this morning, but I don’t think the sight of me stumbling around the shop wasted off my ass would be good for business.” I take a sip and let the hot liquid run down my throat, instantly perking me up as the front door swings open. “Good morning. And how are my favorite regulars today?”
Mr. and Mrs. Crisp live around the corner and come into the shop every morning for two of my banana muffins. They are beyond adorable and always start my day off with a smile when I see them. “Well, besides the fact that this one kept me up all night, snoring, we are just fine, Dylan.” Mrs. Crisp motions toward her husband who smiles sweetly at her.
“You love it, dear. I’m sure you told me once how my snoring helps you sleep.” Mr. Crisp lovingly rubs his wife’s back as she bats him away playfully.
“Oh, that’s ridiculous, Harry,” she huffs. I pull out their muffins as I smile and place them in a bag, grabbing the money that was placed on the counter. “And how was the wedding, dear? You stick it to that nasty, no good ex of yours?”
I roll my eyes after handing Mr. Crisp his change. “Not the way I would have liked to.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter. “Whatever, I’m just glad it’s over with. The cake looked amazing and was apparently delicious.” I motion toward my assistant who is nibbling on a muffin. “This one ate an entire tier by himself.”
He snorts loudly at my declaration. “It was not an entire tier. Well, actually, yeah it probably was.” The four of us all laugh together as he devours his breakfast. The man can put away the sweets.
The front door swings open, getting our attention, and an older gentleman carrying a white box walks in and up to the counter. Mr. and Mrs. Crisp wave their goodbyes and slip out.
“Can I help you?” I ask, staring at the box questionably. It doesn’t have any labels on it, giving no indication as to where it’s from.
He places it in front of me with a smile. “Good morning. Delivery for a Ms. Dylan.” My eyes widen as Joey steps next to me.
“What the hell did you order?” he asks as I sign the slip for the man.
“I didn’t order anything, I don’t think. Who sent this?” The man just shrugs and takes his clipboard, pushing the box toward me on the counter and walking quickly out of the bakery. We both stare at the box, glancing up and meeting each other’s eyes.
“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” he asks, arching his brows at me.
I study it suspiciously before replying. “I don’t know; don’t bombs come in unmarked packages?”
“Who the hell would try to bomb you?”
“Well, for starters, a certain wife of a certain someone who banged my back out Saturday night,” I huff. He makes a face at me and pulls the white ribbon that is tied on the top, lifting the sides of the box to reveal a folded brown card on top of white tissue paper. I open the card and quickly scan the handwriting.
Dylan,
I fucked up. I’m so sorry. I would love to see you again.
X Reese
My mouth drops open. “You have got to be kidding me.” I hand the card to Joey and hear him gasp after a fleeting moment.
“Holy shit. He would love to see you again? Dylan!”
Snatching the card back, I pull apart the tissue paper and cock my head to the side as I stare at the contents of the box. “What the hell?”
Joey leans in and gawks. “Oh, my God. This has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I pull out a pound of flour and drop it on the counter as he squeals next to me. “Why would he send me flour?” I am beyond confused right now while my assistant is bouncing around like a bunny. You would think by the way he’s reacting that I’m currently staring at an engagement ring instead of baking supplies.
“Don’t you get it? Instead of flowers he sent you flour since you’re a baker. Shit, that’s romantic.”
I shove him and he doesn’t budge. “Romantic? A married man just wrote me saying he wants to keep fucking me on the side. He’s married, Joey. This is not romantic. It’s sleazy and disgusting.” Picking up my coffee and stepping away from the counter, I stare at the flour and take generous sips. This is insane and my assistant is an idiot.
“You’re missing some key adjectives there. A hot married man wants to keep rightly fucking you on the side. You must have blown his mind, girl. Plus, he sends you presents? I want him as my secret boyfriend.”
I shake my head. “What a pompous asshole. He must think I’m some two-bit whore to willingly submit to this joke of a request. Fucking douche-bag.” I pick the card up and toss it in the trash as Joey lunges for it. “Leave it.”
“No. At least keep it for a day. You might change your mind.”
“You are high off your ass if you think I would actually consider this.”
“I fucking wish I was high right now. That would be an excuse for my insane case of the munchies.” He throws his hands up dramatically.
We both giggle at each other and the situation. Of course, this is my life. I couldn’t have some hot guy, who gave me the best orgasm, be interested in me. No, that would be too normal. He has to be a hot married best orgasm giver with a mouth I would pay to have on me again. Figures.