Page 62 of Bound By Temptation

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I’d wokeup this morning alone in a cold bed.

Would it be moronic to say that I hated the coldness he left behind?

And I knew I wasn’t crazy and it wasn’t a dream. I felt him between my legs and the mess he’d left me to clean up this morning. It was like he wanted me covered in his come all damn day. Hell, maybe he did.

Now who was the stupid one? And I didn’t have the excuse of being a naive teenager. Nope I had years to learn. Yet, here I was. His come leaking out of me.

Where he went? I had no damn clue. How he got in my house? I had no damn clue. How he locked up behind him? I had no damn clue. What the hell we were doing? Once again, I had no damn clue.

After cleaning up and getting ready for the day, I made my way out to my car. Locked the doors and then had the garage roll up. Pulling out, I looked all around, searching, not knowing exactly what I was looking for but scanning all the same.

I hadn’t told anyone about the note. Part of me thought it was a dream and it never happened. At least, that was what I wanted it to be.

My hands trembled as I watched the garage shut completely, then I drove to the bakery.

Pulling up, the darkness was still only illuminated by the moon and street lights. It was part of being a baker. Since most people came to the shop first thing in the morning, that meant I had to work early.

I turned off the car and put the keys to the bakery in my hand, ready to go. I absolutely hated having this fear. I’d thought it was over with, and here it was creeping back into my life.

Opening the door, I moved inside and flipped on the lights, locking all the bolts on the door. Seeing there was no one in the bakery, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was time to get busy.

Kneed. Roll. Press. Over and over again I repeated the process, putting together some loaves of bread. They always went quickly, and I liked having them in the windows first thing.

Frustration hit me, and I took it out on the dough. Had to admit it was good therapy.

If nothing else, it would be well prepared for baking.

As the early morning began, Kali and Conner came in to work the front. Marley didn’t say a word to me when he got in, no doubt pissed at me about the Ax situation because I knew my sisters didn’t keep their mouths shut. They had no capacity for it.

After getting the initial baking done for the day, I moved over to the lists of cakes that needed to be worked on.

From there I got lost in figuring out how I was going to keep antlers on a three-foot deer without them falling off and not having any stabilizers besides the dowel rods.

This creation was for a hunter’s birthday and the woman, I assumed his wife or girlfriend, gave the actual picture of the deer this man shot to recreate.

There would be some serious airbrushing just to get the colors right.

“Hey.”

The word made me jump, and a small pot of brown dye fell over on the countertop. I’d been trying the technique to get the right colors. The cake part wasn’t a problem. It was perfecting all the key elements in the cake design.

Especially the little whiskers that had dew on them. That was going to be made with candy. No way to make cake look like glass.

Turning, Blaine smiled down at me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.”

I grabbed the pot and luckily it only had a small bit inside and was easy to clean up.

“Sorry. I get in the zone and well, you know.”

“Yeah. I know. What’s this one going to be? Looks like wood,” Blaine said as I turned back to the cake. He was right; the small piece I was working on was really coming along to look like a tree, and then I could transfer it in the same way for the deer.

“Deer with a mount.” I grabbed the picture I’d received and showed it to him. “Even got a pic.”

“Wow. That’s crazy talented you can do this stuff. Can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” Blaine smiled. This time, though, there were no butterflies. No excitement. No intrigue.

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