Page 15 of Howl You Doin?
“I am afraid that is impossible,” he calls out, but I keep walking.
We will just see about that.
Chapter 4
Whitley Whitt
You bake me crazy.
“Can you believe this?”I grumble to George hours later, my gaze catching on the tiered cake I made the day before that still sits untouched in a glass container. Not that I really expected any of the guests to eat it, but one of my few joys has been doing anything that can piss off Connor O’Doyle—and he hates cake. I’ve been making one every few days out of spite. The cake hater. I am so using that in a sentence.
“Well, I think it sounds cute.” George shrugs, leaning against the counter across from me as I seethe.
I screw up my face. “A dinner with dancing choreography and costumes?”
He grins before his mouth turns down into a pouting frown.
“Poor Whitley, getting to play dress-up while on the job. Honey, I would enjoy every second of it.” George’s hand flops down on a wave, then he cups his cheeks and leans further over the counter.
I groan. “I haven’t worn any kind of costume since college.”
“You and the ex-husband didn’t do Halloween?”
“No. Trevor worked nights and never did care for dressing up, so I usually just went out with friends if I wanted to participate.”
A memory of the year I dressed as Harley Quinn flits through my mind, and the only reason I did was because it was my last year of college. I wonder what kind of party this place will have at Halloween, not that I’ll be around to enjoy it.
George heads toward the cabinet that holds Fifi’s dog treats and gives me a saucy wink.
“What are you and Fifi up to today?” I ask, wondering why he’s packing treats. George usually only pops in during late afternoon to grab some.
“We are going exploring today and then a walk around the village for dinner. I swear, I think Fifi and I have seen just about all of Romania these last few weeks, but it’s so dang beautiful in spring.”
“Do you want me to pack you a lunch?” I move toward the fridge door to whip him up a picnic basket.
“Oh no, I want to visit this little pub they have in the village. They’re said to have the best cabbage wraps. I just needed to pop in for Fifi’s snacks.”
“Oh okay. Well, I hope you guys have a great time.” I move around him and snatch up a towel to wipe down the counter.
“We will. You behave yourself, you hear?” he says, exiting through the dining room door.
I sigh, wondering if I should just get over myself and send Mr. O’Doyle an email asking about the new costume situation. I glance at the clock. Almost time for my ten o’clock walk around the castle. I look down at my feet. Maybe I should change into some comfy clothes and flip flops.
“Why are you constantly leaving these everywhere?” Speak of the devil. He practically barks the words from the doorway, staring at my tiered cake as if it’s a biohazard and it’s contagious.Wearing an expensive three-piece suit, he glowers at me, his scowl crawling over my skin.
My cheeks start to burn, and I mentally roll my eyes.
I swear I have never met a bigger asshole in my life.I make up my mind then and there that when I leave, I will be telling him exactly where to place his lips as soon as I am on the way out the door. Squarely on my ass to kiss it goodbye.
His beautiful lips on his stupidly beautiful face that I punch every night in my dreams.
I bat my eyes and pout for effect.God, I hate his face.
“You can’t really be a cake hater. And here I thought you would besobusy you would have no time for lowly servants.”
“How many times must you be told I do not like cupcakes? And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” His brows pinch together.
“True. But these aren’t cupcakes, it’s just cake. See?”
