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“Hey...” I said, like an absolute idiot as I turned around to get a look at him. Under the pink and blue lights of the bar, Mitchell looked stunning. Like someactor on an HBO show or something.

My cock more than agreed with the assessment, which made me acutely aware that whatever was happening to me, I was in over my head.

Never in my life had I looked at any woman, even the ones I’d dated, and formed aninstantboner.

Panic flooded me as I shifted my body toward the table, if only to hide my inappropriate erection.

What the fuck?

Under his steely neon gaze, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t process all the stimuli assaulting me at once.

“What brings you to this hole in the wall?” he asked, shifting his stance as he focused his gaze on me.

I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.

I swallowed harshly as I turned away from him, needing air.

Why wastalkingto him so difficult?

I talked to lots of people!

“I mean... it’s your sister’s birthday.”

Mitchell raised one eyebrow. “So?”

I motioned to the cake. “Birthdays are kind of my job.”

“That sounds horrible,” he said with agrin.

“It’s not so bad... sometimes, I guess,” I said, running a hand through my hair, if only because I was feeling more on the spot than if I’d have had to karaoke in front of this entire damn room.

“I can’t say I’m surprised. This has Miguel written all over it,” Mitchell said, nodding to the cake. “Does that say... Happy BirthdayBitch?”

I blushed at his curse. Something about the way his voice sounded when he swore made my damn blood rush and my cock twitch.

Please, just kill me now.

“It was requested,” I replied, but because I was nervous, I started rambling.

So unprofessional.

“I made a cake that said Merry Fucking Christmas once. My classmate and I piped on some bare assed elves. It was a hit at his Christmas party.”

Why the fuck did I say that?

Mitchell smirked, his eyes alight with mischief.

“What’s the dirtiest cake you’ve made, Cream Puff?”

My cheeks heated from his cockytone, and before I could answer, thankfully, I was saved by the bell.

Or rather, Archie strong-arming his way to light the candles on the cake.

“S’cuse me,” he said, knocking me into Mitchell. Because of the tight space, I nearly fell over, but Mitchell caught me by the arms.

I was acutely aware of his warm palms against my skin, making the rest of my body heat like an oven. Instinctively, I reached out to steady myself, my hands settling on his hips as I cursed from the shove, both mortified beyond all belief, and the slightest bit pissed that Archie would be so careless.

Someone could have gotten seriously hurt!

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