Page 89 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“Come with me.”

I can see the determination in his eyes. He isn’t going to let this go. Whateverthisis.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask.

“Because someone needs to.”

“It’s not going to change what happened or what I think. You’re you, and I’m me. We’re different.”

“Is it because you think I have something going on with Summer?”

“It’s none of my business.” I shake my head slowly. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Ford. We aren’t together. We aren’t even dating.”

It’s the truth. We aren’t even a thing. I was too busy reading too much into it because he was the boy I had a crush on. The boy I could see giving all my firsts to but all of those firsts were taken. There isn’t much left.

“I want to change that. I want to date you.”

I ignore the butterflies or the way my subconscious screams at me to say yes.

I laugh like he has lost his mind. “I’m not your type.”

He grins. “What is my type?”

“Model type, blond, beautiful.”

“I never said I like blondes, and beauty is subjective.”

“It’s what the tabloids say.”

“You’ve been watching? You googled me? You shouldn’t listen to anything on the internet.”

I did, but I don’t want to admit it. It would make him think I was fangirling him, which I was after the night in my bedroom. Search his name on the internet, and you get hundreds of hits. He has over three million followers, all over the world. He’s a sex icon with his commercials alone.

“I don’t have to watch or google you; you kind of pop up out of nowhere.”

“For the record, I don’t like blondes.” His eyes fall to my hips. “I prefer curves and women who can bake. Especially cookies.”

“I’m sure you could find plenty of women who can bake.”

“Why? If there is one right in front of me that I like, and she isn’t blond.” He lowers his voice. “For the record, I like brunettes who wear sexy retro uniforms to work and stay late to bake my favorite cookies.”

“Is this you flirting with me?”

“This is me asking you out for the weekend.”

“I have work, and you know I can’t leave.”

“It is about work. I kind of told my manager Sugar Coated Sweets was sponsoring the event, and at the same time, you’re coming as my date.”

“You did what?”

He smirks. “You won’t take my help so I figured out a way I could help you without you feeling that you owe me. There will be millions of people watching, thousands of fans. It’s great publicity, and the fact that your bakery is my favorite is a plus.”

I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say. He made sure I wouldn’t turn his offer down because all that he just said is true. It’s a great opportunity. One that I cannot refuse.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

He smiles. “You won’t regret it, Dulce. I promise to take good care of you.” He looks at the front door nervously before asking, “Can I steal you away for an hour?”

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