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“I mean, a good photographer should be able to photograph anything within ten feet of their vision, so...”

“Really?” Penn said, his tone much lighter.

I nodded, swiveling in the chair as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah. Really. That’s, like, photography 101.”

“What would you photograph here?” he said, twisting his lips.

The bakery office was pretty tight, and the shelves were stacked with supplies, the desk full of binders and paperwork among knick-knacks. Even the chairs, including the one I was sitting in, were dated. Much more so than the outside of the bakery.

But as far as I was concerned, there was only one thing worth photographing in my vision.

And he was a lot closer than ten feet.

I smirked as I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs as I cast him a dark glance.

While I may have had my own awkward moments in middle and high school with my sexuality, as an adult, I felt like I had a good handle on my own sex appeal.

And judging by the way Penn’s pupils dilated, I knew he was susceptible.

“You,” I said confidently.

Penn swallowed harshly. “Me? Seriously? I’m a mess.”

I chuckled at his golden hair, all disheveled, at the apron covered in cake batter, dried icing, and chocolate.

At those perfect, pristine blue eyes, and pouty lips.

God, he was so fuckingpretty.

“It’s the little details of imperfection that make things perfect.”

I could tell we were starting to venture into flirty, heated tension territory, and I didn’t want to overwhelm the guy too much, so I quickly said, “What about you? Cream Puff? What would you photograph?”

Penn furrowed his eyebrows as he looked around the space, taking it all in,thinking.

It was cute as all hell.

He framed his fingers like a lens, looking at me through them.

“You,” he said firmly. “All spread out like a GQ model.”

It was my turn to blush, the heat rising in my cheeks even as I let out a dark chuckle.

“Only, I’d add some chocolate, and some cheesy tagline, like...”

“One bite and you’ll be on your knees?” I offered, with a laugh.

Penn’s eyebrows shot up as his cheeks flushed scarlet, and he laughed.

“I mean, that is a pretty solid tagline,” he said.

“Oh, and for shits and giggles, we could add a tub of chocolate frosting in between my legs.” I laughed.

Penn chuckled, shaking his head. “Are you always this... this...”

“What?” I asked through my laugh.

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