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“Oh my gosh. You never buy for the appropriate number of people. There are more than a dozen things in here.”
“I wanted to make sure I got what you liked. What do you want to try first?”
That’s a tough question, but the doughnuts look incredible.
“What’s that one?” I ask as I point to a particular doughnut I want.
“That is the pistachio bomboloni,” he says as he takes it out of the box. “An Italian doughnut.”
He brings it to my mouth. I close my eyes and take a bite. The burst of flavors in my mouth is instant pleasure. I moan, opening my eyes, and see him taking his own bite.
“I’m trying really hard not to get turned on right now,” he says with his mouth full.
I laugh and use my thumb to get some of the powdered sugar stuck to the corner of his mouth. “Is it the doughnut that’s making you hard?”
He laughs around his food, then swallows. “I mean … I’m kinky, but I don’t know that it extends to pastry.”
“What else is in there?” I lean over and look down at the contents.
“Try this. It’s an almond croissant.”
We spend the next couple of minutes talking and laughing as we take bites out of each dessert. If his hands are not filled with some kind of delectable dessert, they are running up and down my bare legs. At one point, he takes me by the calves and wraps my legs around his waist while we eat a cannoli together.
I thought it might be awkward or intimidating to spend the night with him, but he’s so different here with me than at the office. We don’t just work well together in the bedroom. He’s funny, and I seem to make him laugh too. I’m trying not to read too much into this, especially since I don’t know where he sees us going.
26
LINCOLN
It’s been a week of my mother calling my office. I keep telling Kylie to let her know that I’ll call her back, but I never get around to it. I’m just not in the mood to put on an act. She’s going to do her typical bullshit and pretend like she’s a good mother, like she actually cares about me. It’s the same runaround, and I’m getting tired of the act.
I’ve never actually confronted her or my father about my childhood, but I don’t think they even deserve that. They continuously give me the guilt trip that I never come around. There’s just no way they don’t know why. The only reason they care about me now is because I make ten times what my father does. He wants my connections or bragging rights that I’m his son at his social gatherings.
Fuck that.
It’s not something I’ve ever talked about with anyone besides the guys. Even with that, they don’t know the full story. They know I wasn’t treated right, growing up, and they’ve left it at that. I keep the truth hidden from everyone. I’m not sure why. Maybeembarrassment of who I was before I became the well-respected person that I am today.
“Hey.” Kylie pops her head into my office.
“Hey.” I smile, feeling instantly calmer. “Come on in.”
She walks into my office in my favorite tight white skirt of hers. I try not to ogle her, but her wicked smile tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she threatens playfully as she takes a seat in the chair across from me.
“I’ll look at you however I feel like. Don’t act like you don’t want me looking at you like I can’t get enough.”
She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face tells me I’m right.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she starts, “what is going on with you and your mom?”
My muscles tense. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s just that she keeps calling and you keep telling me to tell her that you’ll call her back. Then she says that you haven’t called her back. Is that true?”
“Yes,” I say as I pick off a piece of lint from my thigh.
“Why? You don’t want to talk to your mother?”
