Page 21 of Flawless Foundations

"See, it's a good thing he moved in, yeah?" She chuckles, but then cocks her head as she pushes the door open. "He has a key to our apartment though, I'm not sure why he didn't just let you in."

Interesting. I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from smiling.

"I bet he forgot he had it," she says thoughtfully, walking into the room.

Yeah, or he just wanted to get laid. Either way, I wouldn't change last night for the world.

Chapter 12

Levi

It's eight in the morning on a Sunday, and I'm just getting back home. I was called into the office for an impromptu board meeting at nine in the morning yesterday. I had plans to spend the day naked with Becca, but clearly that didn't happen. After the meeting, I ended up working and then putting out a fire until late into the night. I don't do it often, but I ended up sleeping on my couch in my office.

As I nod in greeting to Thomas, one of the doorman of the building, I see a delivery kid with a box of a dozen donuts. He's talking to one of the young women behind the lobby desk.

"Hi Matt, are those Ms. Nicely's donuts?" She smiles sweetly, and I halt my step.

"Sure are, Lucy," he replies, setting the box down on the high counter in front of her.

"Great, I will get these up to her. See you next weekend," she chirps, and I swoop in as Matt the delivery guy turns to leave.

"Hey, Lucy. Talk to me about these donuts." I tap my index finger on top of the white box.

"Mr. King, good morning." She's always full of smiles, she reminds me of Emmy in a way.

"Call me Levi, please," I urge.

"My apologies, Levi." Lucy drops the formalities. "Every weekend, we get a donut order for your sister's apartment. Becca has a standing delivery set up through Bonne Chatte, that small patisserie owned by one of the tenants here in the building. Lyla, she's on the... seventeenth floor." She snaps her fingers as she remembers the floor number.

"Hmm. She does have a sweet tooth."

"I don't blame her, have you had Bonne Chatte's chocolate croissants? They are outstanding," she replies.

"You are correct. I'm heading up there right now, I was going to stop by and talk to Becca, do you mind if I just deliver these?"

"Oh, that should be fine. I'll just make a note of it in the log." She scribbles something on the delivery sheet. I get it, she doesn't want to be in too much trouble if these donuts don't make it to their destination.

Sliding the box into my hands, I tell her to have a great day and head for the fourteenth floor.

Standing in the enclosed elevator, I realized that these donuts are still hot and incredibly fresh. I don't care what Becca says, I'm stealing one.

Knocking on her door, I hear her faintly yell out she's coming.

I smirk, thinking that if I have anything to do with it, she will be soon.

The door in front of me swings open. She's a sight for sore eyes. She's wearing a pair of cut off pink sweats, and a dark blue baseball tee. Her blond hair is up in a sloppy messy bun, but several strands of hair run wild. She's sans make-up and barefoot; she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"Well, hello there, donut man." She also wears a massive grin as she takes me in.

"Ma'am. I've got a dozen, hot, and melt-in-your-mouth donuts ready for your liking." I bow a little, presenting her with the box.

"Well, a girl could get used to this. Can I request that you deliver my pastries every weekend? You make one sexy donut deliverer." She laughs and opens the door more, making room for me to come inside.

Without thinking, I lean down and kiss her. I cup her chin with my free hand as I tell her good morning, the way I would have liked to do yesterday. But she wasn't in my bed when I woke to my phone ringing.

I pull back slightly, she hums in satisfaction.

"Missed you yesterday," I whisper, my lips barely touching hers.

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