Page 46 of Girls Night
Raya's stomach chose that moment to growl. She covered her face, while Sue chuckled at her embarrassment.
"Whatever you've already made is fine." Raya's nose picked up the scent of cinnamon, and her mouth watered, wondering what deliciousness came out of the oven.
"Cinnamon rolls it is." Laughing, Sue pulled a plate out of the cabinet. "Fresh from the oven. You’re just in time."
Her eyes landing on the coffee pot, she slid off her seat and padded over to it.
"Is that coffee fresh?"
"It is. Cups are right above in the cabinet. I can pour it if you’d like."
"Pfft. I can pour my own cup of coffee."
Sue chuckled. "You've got spunk."
Pouring a fresh cup, Raya settled back into her seat and found the biggest cinnamon roll she had ever seen sitting on a plate.
"Oh, my. I'm going to need to work out after eating this," Raya chuckled. Grabbing her fork, she dug in.
"There's a gym here in the house."
She took a bite of the sweet deliciousness in front of her.
"So, how long have you worked here?" Raya inquired.
"Oh, about ten years," Sue responded over her shoulder.
Raya grew curious. If the cook had been employed by Hadley that long, then she had to really know the billionaire. Taking the last bite, she set her fork down and sipped on her coffee.
"She doesn't usually bring people here," Sue informed her.
"She doesn't?"
Sue offered her a small smile. "Nope. You must be special."
"Not really." Raya lowered her head, not wanting to explain her reason for being there. "Well, whatever the reason, she must like you." Backing away, Sue walked over to the fridge and began making notes.
Raya continued to sip her coffee while Sue's words echoed in her head.
She doesn't usually bring people here.
What was so special about her, then?
"Breakfast was wonderful," Raya murmured as she rose from her seat and grabbed her plate.
"You can leave that there, honey. I'll get it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course,” Sue snorted. “Ms. Hadley will have my ass if she finds out you've lifted a finger." With a wide grin, she mentioned, “You're a writer, I hear."
"I am."
She had a word count she needed to hit today. With a new story brewing in her head, she had put herself on a self-imposed deadline.
Topping off her coffee, she waved as she headed out of the kitchen.
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