of saying very inappropriate things out loud instead of just thinking them—”
Michael’s mouth was dang near on the floor. “Stop talking, please.” He said it with a hint of good humor and his cheeks were reddening. He was looking around as if checking for eavesdroppers. But we had none. I saw the other two customers leave about two minutes ago.
“Crap, you really don’t have people skills. Devon tried to warn me that night when I first asked about you and then you told me, but man! You really don’t.” He laughed again. “I forgive you, just don’t say anything else about freaking 7:30—”
“6:30. Well I guess you can do 7:30 but then unless she has long Broobee arms she couldn’t grab her ankles. But I get your point and I will stop talking now.” I shut my mouth, slightly embarrassed, and slumped down a little in my chair.
That’s all it took for me to be forgiven by him—for me to make him uncomfortable while I rambled about clock positions during sex. Good job.
The two lunchtime shift employees came in to cover my break and I asked Michael if he wanted to go somewhere else. He said he had a place that I would love. We walked the three blocks to Marigold’s bakery.
“Go find a seat out on the deck and I will now bring you a cake that will knock your socks off,” Michael pointed to a set of French doors. It was warm outside now that it was noon, so I didn’t mind sitting out there. I found a seat on the edge of the deck and texted Tammy while I waited.
He has forgiven me. Yay. ;-)
Really? Yippee! How did you do it?
Told him you were a super freak.
What!
LOL. It worked. He is interested and forgives me. You’re welcome.
Oh My God!
Gotta go he’s coming .
Michael was headed over to the table carrying a tray of pure pastry heaven and little square samples of cake. A big grin spread across my face. I found myself bouncing slightly in my chair in anticipation. I saw a small, cocky smirk appear on Michael’s face. Okay, so he may be thinking that he still had a chance with me and that I was a little into him, but I was fully confident in Tammy’s seduction skills. She was a beautiful and available woman, so I was no big competition. I just wanted those little cake drops from heaven. Come to Momma, my cake babies!
He set the tray down and it was like chocolate Mecca.
Dear God, my mouth watered. I reached my hand out to snatch one of the little delights.
“Don’t touch,” Michael commanded.
I quickly pulled my hand back and grinned. “These look divine. I love chocolate.”
“All women do,” he stated in a matter-of-fact way.
“I don’t know. I have heard of one woman who can’t stand the taste of it. I am not sure if I believe it or not. Could be an urban legend or something. I’m not sure.” I rambled on as Michael divided and laid out the dessert spread.
“Okay, try that one.” He pointed to a raspberry covered cake.
“What is that?”
“Taste it. Here.” He tried to feed me but I quickly grabbed the cake from his hand.
“I can feed myself, thanks.” I popped the little square into my mouth. I wasn’t the type of girl who took dainty bites. Who has the time to be messing around with that? Honestly.
“Ewl.” I scrunched up my face. “Cheesecake. I don’t like cheesecake.”
He chuckled. “So, that eliminates these three. The one you popped entirely into your mouth was raspberry cheesecake. That one there is the citrus cheesecake and the brown is obviously the brownie cheesecake.”
I scrunched up my face again. “See, cheese and chocolate just sounds wrong. What else you got on that tray?” I could tell I was annoying him slightly by not playing along. Maybe he thought he could sway me to change my mind with this dessert play. I mean, I suppose he was pulling out his sexiest moves here, but I wasn’t with it. I already told him how I felt, and besides, I already had Eric. Not really. We couldn’t be together, but I loved him. I know Michael
Michael’s mouth was dang near on the floor. “Stop talking, please.” He said it with a hint of good humor and his cheeks were reddening. He was looking around as if checking for eavesdroppers. But we had none. I saw the other two customers leave about two minutes ago.
“Crap, you really don’t have people skills. Devon tried to warn me that night when I first asked about you and then you told me, but man! You really don’t.” He laughed again. “I forgive you, just don’t say anything else about freaking 7:30—”
“6:30. Well I guess you can do 7:30 but then unless she has long Broobee arms she couldn’t grab her ankles. But I get your point and I will stop talking now.” I shut my mouth, slightly embarrassed, and slumped down a little in my chair.
That’s all it took for me to be forgiven by him—for me to make him uncomfortable while I rambled about clock positions during sex. Good job.
The two lunchtime shift employees came in to cover my break and I asked Michael if he wanted to go somewhere else. He said he had a place that I would love. We walked the three blocks to Marigold’s bakery.
“Go find a seat out on the deck and I will now bring you a cake that will knock your socks off,” Michael pointed to a set of French doors. It was warm outside now that it was noon, so I didn’t mind sitting out there. I found a seat on the edge of the deck and texted Tammy while I waited.
He has forgiven me. Yay. ;-)
Really? Yippee! How did you do it?
Told him you were a super freak.
What!
LOL. It worked. He is interested and forgives me. You’re welcome.
Oh My God!
Gotta go he’s coming .
Michael was headed over to the table carrying a tray of pure pastry heaven and little square samples of cake. A big grin spread across my face. I found myself bouncing slightly in my chair in anticipation. I saw a small, cocky smirk appear on Michael’s face. Okay, so he may be thinking that he still had a chance with me and that I was a little into him, but I was fully confident in Tammy’s seduction skills. She was a beautiful and available woman, so I was no big competition. I just wanted those little cake drops from heaven. Come to Momma, my cake babies!
He set the tray down and it was like chocolate Mecca.
Dear God, my mouth watered. I reached my hand out to snatch one of the little delights.
“Don’t touch,” Michael commanded.
I quickly pulled my hand back and grinned. “These look divine. I love chocolate.”
“All women do,” he stated in a matter-of-fact way.
“I don’t know. I have heard of one woman who can’t stand the taste of it. I am not sure if I believe it or not. Could be an urban legend or something. I’m not sure.” I rambled on as Michael divided and laid out the dessert spread.
“Okay, try that one.” He pointed to a raspberry covered cake.
“What is that?”
“Taste it. Here.” He tried to feed me but I quickly grabbed the cake from his hand.
“I can feed myself, thanks.” I popped the little square into my mouth. I wasn’t the type of girl who took dainty bites. Who has the time to be messing around with that? Honestly.
“Ewl.” I scrunched up my face. “Cheesecake. I don’t like cheesecake.”
He chuckled. “So, that eliminates these three. The one you popped entirely into your mouth was raspberry cheesecake. That one there is the citrus cheesecake and the brown is obviously the brownie cheesecake.”
I scrunched up my face again. “See, cheese and chocolate just sounds wrong. What else you got on that tray?” I could tell I was annoying him slightly by not playing along. Maybe he thought he could sway me to change my mind with this dessert play. I mean, I suppose he was pulling out his sexiest moves here, but I wasn’t with it. I already told him how I felt, and besides, I already had Eric. Not really. We couldn’t be together, but I loved him. I know Michael
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