Page 34 of Say You Want Me
“Now, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.” Wyatt lets his deep Southern drawl seep through. I have to say how much I really love it. It’s sexy and so different. Kind of like how most American women would drop their panties for a British or Australian accent. There’s something about it that makes me get all stupid.
Wyatt extends the cupcake toward me again.
I have no clue if this is going to be good. I figure he should really take one for the team. Then I glance at his still prominent erection and realize he already has. It’s really the least I can do.
I take a bite. “Holy crap!” I exclaim. “This is freaking good! It’s actually good!”
“Of course it is.”
“No.” I push away. “I suck. I’m not the baker by any means. I know it’s kind of insane since I own a bakery, but I’ve always let Presley or the bakers do it. But this . . . this is really good, Wyatt!”
My entire day is made. I did this. I created our signature cupcake and didn’t screw up. I don’t know if the rest of them are bad, but this one is good so I’m going to pretend they all taste the same.
I start to dance around a little, and he captures me in his arms, hoisting me against his chest. “I’m proud of you. You did something really nice for my mama’s friend.”
My hands hook around his neck as he holds me a few inches off the floor. “I’m happy to do it. She’s so nice, even if she did play me.” I throw that last bit in. “I had fun with you tonight.”
“I did, too.” My heart races as he looks at my lips.
Working with him tonight melted another layer in my anti-Wyatt walls. Well, that and the sexy time. Maybe we really do have something.
Maybe he’s so much more.
“IDON’T WANT TO GETup.” I roll over as Wyatt nudges me.
“Too bad.”
Doesn’t he realize that I’m exhausted? “Pregnant. Need sleep.”
“Either you get up on your own or I’m tossing you in the shower with your clothes on.” He wouldn’t dare. “Or I can strip you down if you’d prefer.”
My eyes pop open so I can glare at him. “I hate you.”
He smirks. “I think you like me. A lot more than you care to admit.”
I give him more of an evil look, but he slaps the bed and hops up. “How are you so chipper this early?”
Wyatt looks at me as if I said something weird. “Angie, I get up for work before the sun rises every day. This is sleeping in for me.”
I glance over at the clock and gasp. “It’s freaking five o’clock in the morning?” I yell. “Are you kidding me? When does this festival start?”
“I thought you owned a bakery?”
“I do.”
“Well, what time do you go in? Don’t you have baker’s hours?”
I flop back and put the pillow over my head. “I don’t. The bakers do,” I mumble into fabric and feathers.
He laughs and pulls the pillow away. “Well, baby. You’re the baker today.”
Yesterday, I thought the coup to get me to do this was cute and funny. Today in the darkness of the morning, I no longer find it entertaining. Now, I want to hurt someone. But I can suck it up for today. Plus, the festival looked like a lot of fun. I love flea markets and fairs. There’s always something to repurpose or a unique craft to find. I can only imagine the types of homemade items that will be there today.
“Coffee first,” I say as I swing my legs off the bed.
I was extremely excited to learn that I was allowed to have one cup of coffee a day. I explained to the doctor that I would do my best to limit it. I went from drinking four cups a day to one. I had really bad headaches at first, but they’re definitely more manageable now.
“You get in the shower, and then we’ll get food and coffee.”
