“She refused to open the door until I told her,” I admitted, my breath heavy with him so close to me. All I could think about was the way he felt warm against my thighs last night. “She could tell something had changed. It wasn’t like I could lie to her when you keep staring at my ass like it’s better than sliced bread.”
“Well, it is,” he said without pause. “Way better.”
“Hey, baker man?”
“Yes, cupcake?”
I pointed at the oven. “While you’ve been busy ogling my ass, your buns are burning.”
He jumped into action, pulling the buns out at the last second before they would be considered overdone, but not before he patted my ass.
I chuckled all the way back to the bench with my cupcakes in hand. “Maybe you’re the one who needs a timer.”
Fifteen
What the hell was goingon? I set the piping bag down when I heard raised voices from the front of the bakery. It sounded like Amber could use some help with some unruly customers.
“I want the black forest cupcakes. If you don’t give them to me, I’ll report you to the Better Business Bureau!”
“That’s not how the Better Business Bureau works,” Amber said dryly. “Regardless, those cupcakes are for a special order, which is why they’re neatly packaged and awaiting pick up.”
“First come, first serve,” the woman demanded.
I rolled my eyes. Why does Darla always have to show up and ruin a perfectly good day?
“Is there a problem here, ladies?” I asked, stepping behind the counter to stand next to Amber. We decided when the store first opened that we’d always show a united front with customers—giving them the idea that our alliance was to anything other than the business wasn’t going to happen. Especially when that customer was Darla McFinkle.
“Yes, little Miss Fluffy Cupcake!” Darla exclaimed, tossing up her hands. Geez, this woman and her dramatics. How did she manage to get through life when she was always this worked up about things? “I want to purchase some black forest cupcakes and your business partner,” which she said with a mouthful of acid, “won’t let me!”
“Well, of course not. Those cupcakes are for a special order. They should be picking them up at any moment.” I dramatically checked the clock, mostly to hide the smirk on my face.
“Too bad. I’m here, and I want cupcakes. They should have to wait for you to make more.”
“Are you kidding me with this?” Amber asked, leaning forward on the counter with her palms. “The order was made three days ago and paid for already. Therefore, those cupcakes are already the property of the customer.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law,” Darla snarled.