Page 66 of Daddy By Design

The bag crinkled under my fingers. “Fine. I’ll have a damn hot cross bun and the biggest coffee I can handle.” I skirted the table and pulled my mug out of the cabinet, then I selected a plain white one for that beastly man. I set both on the table before pulling out the box o’Joe. “Creamer? Or you probably take it black, like your soul?”

He sat in one of the conference chairs and crossed his ankle over his knee. He still wore his sunglasses, which matched the whole black ensemble he had going on today.

Not that he looked like a wilted flower like I did, damn him. Nope, he was as cool as a cucumber with his black dress shirt cuffed past his forearm. Why was that so hot?

Focus, Dahlia.

My hormones needed to settle, that was all. I was a goddamn professional.

Of course, I was going to still be a little crazy. Going from zero to half a dozen orgasms was groundbreaking. I was only human. As he’d said that he wasn’t a slave to his cock, I wasn’t a slave to my...still recovering vagina. Okay, ew. I wasn’t even going to think that again.

Even if it was the truth.

The man had legit fucked me blind and then he’d walked away like it didn’t matter at all. Telling me we weren’t doing that again.

“Hellcat, you’re going to overflow that bowl.”

“Fuck.” I stopped pouring. “It’s a mug, thank you.”

“You say so.”

I filled his mug and set it in front of him, then I set the fresh box of pastries in front of him with the little white plates Dre had provided. “I’ll just be a few minutes to set up my board. Shelby and TJ will be here soon. If you want to discuss the outside of your house as well, Avery will be on tap.”

“Is it the same information from...the other day?”

The evening where you rocked my world six ways to Sunday?

“I’ve tightened it up with my design program and a few more ideas I came up with to coordinate with your preliminary sketch.”

“I hardly gave you any details in that sketch.”

“No, but I think I have a good idea of a starting point for us.”

“If I give you the job.”

My molars connected so hard I swore my jaw was going to unhinge. “If we take you on as a client.”

He lifted his mug and said nothing.

Back to that, were we?

Wonderful.

Fantastic.

I took my healthy mug of coffee to the fridge and added my Snickers creamer before taking a huge sip.

Please, coffee, help me get through this day without maiming that man.

“Hellcat?”

My fingers curled tighter around the handle of my extra-large mug. “Yes?”

He held up my bag. “Missing something?”

I set my mug down and crossed to him, reaching for it. “Thank you.”

He held it away from me. “Dahlia, about the other day.”

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