Page 65 of Crave Me

Blaire

The week after New Year, Dallas spoiled me every day. My Bean Haven favorites were waiting on my desk each morning when I came into work, always with a different message scrolled onto the side of the cup. Each day was a different question, and I would text him my answer with a smile on my face.

Favorite flower?

Me:

Peony

If you could do anything, what would it be?

Me:

Design wedding dresses

Favorite food?

Me:

Mediterranean

What does your tattoo mean?

Me:

Peace.

Night in or night out?

Me:

A mix of both.

Favorite pizza topping?

Me:

Pepperoni and pineapple with garlic dipping sauce

Summer or winter?

Me:

Winter

Hobbies?

Me:

Sketching

By the time the second week rolled around, I started to look forward to what he would write next. When we weren’t at work, I was sneaking over to his house to have the most mind-blowing sex of my life and staying up way too late talking. Neither of us could be satiated. He does his best to convince me to sleep over, and it’s getting harder and harder to say no. When I sleep next to him, my night is quiet and undisturbed by the demons of my past.

It’s Friday morning, and as I pull into the staff parking lot of the distillery, butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach, anticipating seeing my morning message on my coffee cup and going about my day. Grabbing my purse and pulling my coat tight around my body, I hustle into the front entrance of our building.

Sawyer and Dallas are in a heated discussion in front of the tour check-in desk. Deciding the coffee can wait, I walk up to them, my heart in my throat at the sight of Dallas. He trimmed his facial hair down to a coarse stubble that I want to run my hand across. He’s wearing denim jeans with a navy blue button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the mountain and tree tattoos on his right forearm make my mouth water. I take a deep breath and school my features. I’ve got to keep this locked down. Sawyer can’t know.

“Good morning, boys. You two seem like you’re starting your day with violence, per usual.”

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