brownies and this yahoo’s complaining!”
I roll my eyes as Eliza floats in with a wicked grin on her face, her blue eyes twinkling dangerously. I don’t have to ask, I already know it’s another sad first-timer who’s taking the walk of shame as the regulars just shake their heads in pity.
“Let him complain, Liza. I have two hands and one mind, and right now that mind’s running on one lousy cup of coffee.”
Which sucks, because not only did I have a great threesome with my guys last night, but I also put a lot of effort into going over the leads I’ve gotten in the search to find my family.
The real one who tossed me away.
Now I’m not complaining since I got a really good one in the end and my mamen’ka loves me enough to be a constant pain in my ass, but I’m one of those assholes who just can’t stop picking at the scab. I need to know why my mother took one look at me and dropped me off at the local church.
I’m not angry. I got the perfect family out of the bargain. My parents are Russian immigrants who did nothing but love me to death my whole life, and I have three brothers—Feliks, Daniil, and Luka—who would do anything to protect me.
But…I need to know.
“Hey! Wake the hell up and get going. The breakfast rush may be ending, but we’ve still got the lunchers who’ll be attacking like a pack of ravenous beasts in about four hours, Ri.”
Ravenous beasts? More like a pack of wild monsters. Seriously, my place is popular. To make matters worse, my three besties are so hot that we have a running stream of sexy men stalking in here and trying to get numbers while buying the place out.
By lunchtime Nik and I have the cases filled, the bread section overflowing, and the racks cooling and waiting in case things turn wild again and people try to attack when they see things running low.
I’ve baked enough cupcakes and brownies to feed a Third World country, and my feet are so sore that I feel like I’ve been walking on ground beef the last hour.
I know I’m covered in flour, from the top of my dark brown hair to my pink polka-dot apron.
It’s as I’m bulldozing my way towards the coffeepot, looking all kinds of feral, that the doorbell chimes and I look up, straight into the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen.
You’ve heard about that moment, the one where you literally stop in your tracks and just stare, where your ovaries start screeching like banshees and you start seeing little blue-eyed replicas of a man, with your own fucked-up hair and….well I see all of that as I stop dead and just stand, staring wide-eyed at one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.
He’s huge, over six feet tall and so golden blond that I’m disgusted to say he’s not just one shade. His hair is a profusion of blonds, ranging from the deepest gold, almost brown, to strands so light they’re white. He’s so wonderful that I think I wet my panties when he looks over at me and smiles in a knowing way that makes me all the more enthralled.
Till Nik elbows me square on the nipple and yells for us to get a room.
I crash straight back down to earth with a thud and feel myself blush as I rub at my offended boob, trying and failing not to look back at the hottie still staring at me.
“What’ll it be, hotshot? And y’all better hurry before the vultures land,” Nik mutters, taking up her place at the counter as I swallow and finally manage to drag my eyes away.
Holy shit, Ri! Stop it. Do not stare at that stranger.
But even as I pour my coffee and keep telling myself to have some freaking self-respect, I’m turning to peek at him over the rim of my cup. And boy is the man still as hot as my fogged-up eyeballs first told me.
He’s also still staring at me, only now he’s standing at the counter right in front of me, those impossibly blue eyes surveying me with a penetrating stare.
“You are beautiful.”
“I am?”
Oh Jesus, what a stupid thing to say, I yell silently, giving myself a
I roll my eyes as Eliza floats in with a wicked grin on her face, her blue eyes twinkling dangerously. I don’t have to ask, I already know it’s another sad first-timer who’s taking the walk of shame as the regulars just shake their heads in pity.
“Let him complain, Liza. I have two hands and one mind, and right now that mind’s running on one lousy cup of coffee.”
Which sucks, because not only did I have a great threesome with my guys last night, but I also put a lot of effort into going over the leads I’ve gotten in the search to find my family.
The real one who tossed me away.
Now I’m not complaining since I got a really good one in the end and my mamen’ka loves me enough to be a constant pain in my ass, but I’m one of those assholes who just can’t stop picking at the scab. I need to know why my mother took one look at me and dropped me off at the local church.
I’m not angry. I got the perfect family out of the bargain. My parents are Russian immigrants who did nothing but love me to death my whole life, and I have three brothers—Feliks, Daniil, and Luka—who would do anything to protect me.
But…I need to know.
“Hey! Wake the hell up and get going. The breakfast rush may be ending, but we’ve still got the lunchers who’ll be attacking like a pack of ravenous beasts in about four hours, Ri.”
Ravenous beasts? More like a pack of wild monsters. Seriously, my place is popular. To make matters worse, my three besties are so hot that we have a running stream of sexy men stalking in here and trying to get numbers while buying the place out.
By lunchtime Nik and I have the cases filled, the bread section overflowing, and the racks cooling and waiting in case things turn wild again and people try to attack when they see things running low.
I’ve baked enough cupcakes and brownies to feed a Third World country, and my feet are so sore that I feel like I’ve been walking on ground beef the last hour.
I know I’m covered in flour, from the top of my dark brown hair to my pink polka-dot apron.
It’s as I’m bulldozing my way towards the coffeepot, looking all kinds of feral, that the doorbell chimes and I look up, straight into the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen.
You’ve heard about that moment, the one where you literally stop in your tracks and just stare, where your ovaries start screeching like banshees and you start seeing little blue-eyed replicas of a man, with your own fucked-up hair and….well I see all of that as I stop dead and just stand, staring wide-eyed at one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.
He’s huge, over six feet tall and so golden blond that I’m disgusted to say he’s not just one shade. His hair is a profusion of blonds, ranging from the deepest gold, almost brown, to strands so light they’re white. He’s so wonderful that I think I wet my panties when he looks over at me and smiles in a knowing way that makes me all the more enthralled.
Till Nik elbows me square on the nipple and yells for us to get a room.
I crash straight back down to earth with a thud and feel myself blush as I rub at my offended boob, trying and failing not to look back at the hottie still staring at me.
“What’ll it be, hotshot? And y’all better hurry before the vultures land,” Nik mutters, taking up her place at the counter as I swallow and finally manage to drag my eyes away.
Holy shit, Ri! Stop it. Do not stare at that stranger.
But even as I pour my coffee and keep telling myself to have some freaking self-respect, I’m turning to peek at him over the rim of my cup. And boy is the man still as hot as my fogged-up eyeballs first told me.
He’s also still staring at me, only now he’s standing at the counter right in front of me, those impossibly blue eyes surveying me with a penetrating stare.
“You are beautiful.”
“I am?”
Oh Jesus, what a stupid thing to say, I yell silently, giving myself a
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