Page 25 of The Lies
Chapter Five
“Oh my God,this place looks incredible,” I announce, as I walk into the bakery a week later. The walls are freshly painted and papered and there’s a new oak counter ready for my cakes to sit on. The seating area is currently full of boxes that contain my new table and chair sets, along with other packages full of everything from cake stands to napkins.
I hear banging coming from the kitchen, so after appreciating the new look, I head that way to find Blake and Jason putting my new kitchen units together.
“Hey, baker girl, whatcha think?” Blake asks when he looks up and sees me.
I don’t respond straight away because my attention is too taken with how he looks. He’s currently holding a cupboard up against the wall for Jason. The muscles in his arms are bulging and his t-shirt has risen up above the waistband of his jeans, showing me his slim waist. Just that little bit of skin gets me going.
“Hot,” I mutter, continuing to stare.
“What?” he asks with an amused smirk.
“She said you look hot, now will you please keep it still,” Jason remarks.
I shake my head, trying to keep my thoughts inline. “It looks amazing. I can’t believe how much you guys have done.”
“We both had a couple of free days so we’ve gone for it.”
“I can see that. I don’t know how to thank you enough for all this,” I say, more to Blake than Jason, but he decides to chip in his two pence worth anyway.
“Oh, I have a few suggestions, Kenny,” he says suggestively. “Hey, that could have really hurt,” he complains when he just about dodges the screwdriver that comes flying towards his head.
“Don’t,” Blake growls.
“Sorry, man, I was totally joking,” he says with his hands up in surrender. “Not my type anyway, she’s too…” he stops to think of the right word.
Blake, who’s already looking a little pissed off, raises his eyebrows as he waits to see how he needs to react to the next word that comes out of Jason’s mouth.
“Normal.”
I see Blake let out a huge sigh of relief, I presume because he now doesn’t have to hit his best friend.
“That’s true, you’ve been with some right head cases, mate.”
“Truth. I kinda like crazy though, keeps me on my toes.”
“Sorry, I need to get this,” Blake apologises when his phone starts ringing.
Jason and I both watch as he walks out into the eating area before lifting his phone to his ear. “What?” he snaps, catching my attention. “No…no, I already told you it’s not happening anymore.” Something about his tone tells me this isn’t about work, but Jason distracts me from listening to any more.
“So, you and Blake then. It’s about time he found someone to dip his dick into,” he says, jumping up onto the newly fitted stainless steel units.
“Nice. It’s good to know you see me as no more than a hole!”
“Oh no, Kenny, you’re way more than that,” he says, staring at my tits.
“Jason,” I snap to pull his attention back up to my eyes.
“Sorry,” he mutters, before jumping off and going to open a box.
“I’m sorry,” I feel bad for snapping at him. He was only having a laugh.
“I’m only messing with you. It’ll take more than that to hurt me,” he says with a beaming smile and a laugh. Something tells me that he’s being less than truthful there.
“What can I help with?” I ask, trying to make it up to him.
When Blake returns, we have another two units up. “How long was I gone for?” Blake asks, surprised by our progress.
