Year of Living Blonde (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 1) by Andrea Simonne Page A
Authors: Andrea Simonne
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the reason they can’t expand La Dolce Vita.
“What about all the business we turn away? How is that factored into your program?” Natalie asks.
Anthony meets her eyes. Was he just looking at my mouth? She licks her lips, hoping she doesn’t have food on her face.
It takes him a moment to process her question. “I didn’t know you turned business away. How often does that happen?”
Natalie looks over at Blair, who shrugs. “Every day. I have a waiting list for my wedding cakes,” Blair explains.
“We’ve been approached by various caterers and restaurants to supply desserts, but I’ve had to turn many of them down, since we don’t have the baking capacity.” Natalie sighs. “It’s frustrating.”
Anthony’s brows knit together as he chews on this. “Very interesting. Did you know about this, Graham?”
“No, this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Anthony reaches down into his satchel and pulls out a black case. When he opens it, Natalie sees it contains glasses. Thick black ones, like Clark Kent. He turns the computer back toward himself, squinting a little before putting on the glasses.
She finishes the last of her latte, trying not to stare at Anthony as he clicks on his keyboard and then starts typing rapidly.
Graham is asking them if they’ve kept track of any of the business they’ve had to turn down. “Do you have numbers we can look at?”
“I can show you the waiting list for my wedding cakes, if that helps. I’m not sure if Natalie has written anything down, have you?” Blair turns to Natalie.
“No, though I could probably come up with an estimate.” She’s still watching Anthony.
The glasses slip down from his nose and he pushes them up a few times. He looks like a geek. The only thing missing from those oversize black glasses is a piece of duct tape holding them together.
As she watches him squinting at his computer, she has a revelation.
My God. He is a geek.
Granted, an absurdly handsome one.
“What do you do for a living, Anthony?” Natalie finds herself asking curiously.
“I’m an astronomer,” he says, still typing, not bothering to look up.
Natalie opens her mouth. It wasn’t at all what she expected him to say. Although, now that she sees him with his geek paraphernalia, it doesn’t seem that far-fetched.
Blair is still talking to Graham about some of the business she’s had to turn away, but when she hears Anthony’s comment, her attention is caught. “You’re really an astronomer?”
“That’s right,” Anthony murmurs, focused on his computer.
“You sure don’t look like one.”
“What do I look like?” he asks, still concentrating.
Graham grins. “Professor Heartthrob, or at least that’s what I think she’s trying to say.”
“You’re a professor? ” Natalie asks. For some reason the notion is alarming. Even though she knew he wasn’t really a model or a movie star, she never expected this.
“Meet Professor Novello,” Graham tells them with a flourish. “Anthony teaches astrophysics at the University of Washington.”
“Wow,” Blair says. “I never would have guessed that. You look so young.”
“I’m not tenured yet,” Anthony tells her.
Blair is still studying him. “I’ll bet your classes are jam-packed.”
Graham laughs. “I’d say every pretty girl on campus is suddenly interested in astronomy.”
Natalie expects Anthony to make some flippant remark about ‘fighting them off with a stick,’ or ‘more than he can handle,’ but he doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he clears his throat. “Would you mind getting me your cake waiting list, Blair? I’d like to see it, if you don’t mind.”
“Uh, sure.”
While she’s in back getting the list, Natalie wonders if she’s misjudged Anthony. Maybe he’s not really a hound dog. As she’s thinking this, she hears Star Wars music blasting from his cell phone. In context, that music is kind of cute.
“Hi, Nicole,” Anthony answers. He listens,
“What about all the business we turn away? How is that factored into your program?” Natalie asks.
Anthony meets her eyes. Was he just looking at my mouth? She licks her lips, hoping she doesn’t have food on her face.
It takes him a moment to process her question. “I didn’t know you turned business away. How often does that happen?”
Natalie looks over at Blair, who shrugs. “Every day. I have a waiting list for my wedding cakes,” Blair explains.
“We’ve been approached by various caterers and restaurants to supply desserts, but I’ve had to turn many of them down, since we don’t have the baking capacity.” Natalie sighs. “It’s frustrating.”
Anthony’s brows knit together as he chews on this. “Very interesting. Did you know about this, Graham?”
“No, this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Anthony reaches down into his satchel and pulls out a black case. When he opens it, Natalie sees it contains glasses. Thick black ones, like Clark Kent. He turns the computer back toward himself, squinting a little before putting on the glasses.
She finishes the last of her latte, trying not to stare at Anthony as he clicks on his keyboard and then starts typing rapidly.
Graham is asking them if they’ve kept track of any of the business they’ve had to turn down. “Do you have numbers we can look at?”
“I can show you the waiting list for my wedding cakes, if that helps. I’m not sure if Natalie has written anything down, have you?” Blair turns to Natalie.
“No, though I could probably come up with an estimate.” She’s still watching Anthony.
The glasses slip down from his nose and he pushes them up a few times. He looks like a geek. The only thing missing from those oversize black glasses is a piece of duct tape holding them together.
As she watches him squinting at his computer, she has a revelation.
My God. He is a geek.
Granted, an absurdly handsome one.
“What do you do for a living, Anthony?” Natalie finds herself asking curiously.
“I’m an astronomer,” he says, still typing, not bothering to look up.
Natalie opens her mouth. It wasn’t at all what she expected him to say. Although, now that she sees him with his geek paraphernalia, it doesn’t seem that far-fetched.
Blair is still talking to Graham about some of the business she’s had to turn away, but when she hears Anthony’s comment, her attention is caught. “You’re really an astronomer?”
“That’s right,” Anthony murmurs, focused on his computer.
“You sure don’t look like one.”
“What do I look like?” he asks, still concentrating.
Graham grins. “Professor Heartthrob, or at least that’s what I think she’s trying to say.”
“You’re a professor? ” Natalie asks. For some reason the notion is alarming. Even though she knew he wasn’t really a model or a movie star, she never expected this.
“Meet Professor Novello,” Graham tells them with a flourish. “Anthony teaches astrophysics at the University of Washington.”
“Wow,” Blair says. “I never would have guessed that. You look so young.”
“I’m not tenured yet,” Anthony tells her.
Blair is still studying him. “I’ll bet your classes are jam-packed.”
Graham laughs. “I’d say every pretty girl on campus is suddenly interested in astronomy.”
Natalie expects Anthony to make some flippant remark about ‘fighting them off with a stick,’ or ‘more than he can handle,’ but he doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he clears his throat. “Would you mind getting me your cake waiting list, Blair? I’d like to see it, if you don’t mind.”
“Uh, sure.”
While she’s in back getting the list, Natalie wonders if she’s misjudged Anthony. Maybe he’s not really a hound dog. As she’s thinking this, she hears Star Wars music blasting from his cell phone. In context, that music is kind of cute.
“Hi, Nicole,” Anthony answers. He listens,
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