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Was it unprofessional of me to flirt with a potential client?

Probably.

But the perks of working for myself was I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. I was the HR department, baby.

Penn responded rather quickly, which only fueled my confidence more.

What’s your favorite sugary snack? I can bring something if you like.

Oh, he made this too easy.

Sweet little cinnamon rolls who message me at nine thirty at night.

Maybe I had no shame, but a part of me didn’t really care what people thought of me. Either Penn would find my personality fun and easy, or he would get his little tighty whities up in a twist and turn the other way, which was possible.

But honestly, if he wasthatuptight with his masculinity that he couldn’t take some light flirting or teasing, I didn’t want to work with a stick in the mud.

To my chagrin, he responded with,I’m more of a cream puff, actually.

A dark chuckle escaped my throat.

Alrighty then, game on, Penn Baker.

Fluffy, delicious, and full of sweet cream. Just the way I like.

For a moment, even I thought I’d gone too far. Light teasing and flirting was one thing, but the squirrel in my brain who was my HR department flashed a very largeWARNING!in my brain.

Thankfully, Penn’s response didn’t call me a fucking perv.

Instead, it was the opposite.

What time should we meet up?

I chuckled, noting how he hadn’t responded to my obvious overstep, but the fact he still wanted to meet up, even after my faux pas told me he was interested perhaps in more than just photographs.

Pretty Boy wants to play hard to get, that’s fine.

How does twelve thirty sound, Cream Puff?I messaged.

Penn responded quickly.

Sounds good to me, Cupcake.

I let out an actual laugh at his words as I messaged him back, telling him I’d see his sweet ass tomorrow afternoon.

CHAPTER 5

Mitch

The cafe was always bustlingat lunchtime, but honestly, I preferred the crowd. It provided me with a multitude of entertainment. I always noticed the little things no one else did. The barista behind the counter who couldn’t stop staring at the dishwasher’s ass, the teacher running late to his class because he was deep in doomscrolling TikTok, the feuding couple in the corner who were practically vibrating with sexual tension as they drank their coffees in silence.

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze sweeping over the room, watching to see what small town excitement was afoot today, when the door jingled. I turned to see Penn, carrying a pink box, dressed like he was going to the fucking Science Fair. He wore pale khakis and a deep blue button down with pale blue dots all over it, his golden-brown hair swept to the side like Justin Bieber in hisBaby Babyera.

Which should have been off-putting, but for some reason it wasn’t.

My cock twitched as my stomach growled.

Delectable, indeed.

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