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Let him make me feel cherished.

And hope against hope that tomorrow, this wasn’t all a dream, that I’m not an idiot,orthat I wake up for him to have ghosted me again.

CHAPTER 22

COLE

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

She’s wide-eyedwhen we make it into the bakery, and I get it.

The lines are fucking insane.

But that’s what happens when a special brownie goes viral. Even if it has no weed in it.

“This place took off so many times online that it’s famous overseas,” I inform her as I guide her toward the back of the bakery.

As much as I deviate from my diet, I don’t seek out carb heaven often so I only learned about it from Liam, who said his cousin’s wife owns the bakery and is behind the recipe.

A few calls and I got my in.

And I know I suck for using Liam to get a date with Mia, but fuck, she deserves to be treated right. Especially after I pretty much pulled aCoyote Uglyon her.

Brushing off the thought, I peer around the establishment on the hunt for a single stand that Liam told me about. It isn’t that hard to find—it’s not dissimilar from a maître d’s post.

We barely have to hover there before a door opens and a man steps out.

Unlike the other members of staff, who are wearing leather aprons and suede flat caps as a uniform, he has a dress shirt and pants on.

“Your invitation, sir?”

I open up the QR code that was in the booking reservation and show it to him.

He scans it with his cell then, beaming a smile, motions with his arm for us to follow him.

As we head down a small corridor, we’re guided into a large room.

In the middle, there’s a table big enough for six but it’s set for the two of us.

There are tea and coffee pots, water jugs with fruit bobbing in them, as well as two further carafes of iced tea and coffee.

The server holds out Mia’s seat for her as I take my own. “I’ll return in a few moments once you’ve had a chance to peruse the menu. Would you like anything to drink while you make your selections?”

I look at Mia, who shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. We can serve ourselves from what we have here.”

He smiles politely then fades into the background, leaving us alone.

Mia’s eyes are wide as, once the door closes, a switch flips, making the wall in front of us entirely transparent.

“That’s so cool.” Getting to her feet and walking over to the wall, she waves, but no one waves back.

“You could have asked,” I tease. “It’s a two-way mirror.”

“Neat.”

What’s neat is that dress.

It flirts with her upper thighs and in certain lights, you can see her tits.

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