Page 11 of Daddy's Curvy Girl

“Thank you, Anna-Beth,” I say as I reach for the documents in her hands. I glance at the time and see that it’s almost three. “You can finish up and take the rest of the day off. Have a long-ish weekend.”

She beams at me. “Thank you sir,” she says, practically skipping out of my office.

I shake my head at her enthusiasm as I file the paperwork away, glad to know that no matter what, Bea’s business is safe and that fucking asshole Jason can’t touch it.

An hour later and I’m walking into Bea’s bakery, Pure Indulgence. As per usual there’s not a seat to be had. There’s customers queuing out the door, and Bea looks exhausted but so fucking sexy. She’s in the middle of serving a customer, her eyes soften when she sees me.

“Hey darling,” I say as I step behind the counter. “What can I do to help?”

She beams at me. “Take people’s orders while I sort them?” she pleads. “Faye is sick and I had to send her home. It’s only me and I’m so grateful that I haven’t had a mass exodus.”

“Baby girl,” I say, my voice filled with pride. “Your cakes and treats are the shit. They’d queue all fucking day if they had too.”

She presses her hand against my chest, the look of love in her eyes. Fuck. I can’t wait to get her home and fuck her. “The price sheet is beside the register. Do you know how to use it?”

I claim her lips, kissing her hard and deep. “We’ve got this,” I assure her.

Relief washes through her. She needs to hire new staff, with her not having to pay dick face any longer, she’ll have the extra overhead to be able to pay for employees.

“Girl,” one of the customers says after I’ve taken her order. “Where can I get myself one of those?” she asks, pointing at me.

Bea’s cheeks heat and she grins. “I met him at the club.”

The woman nods. “You met a good one. I hope she’s paying you dude,” the woman says, with a wide toothy grin.

“She will later,” I say smugly.

The woman hoots. “I’ll be heading to the club tonight. That’s unless you got a brother?”

I chuckle. Christ. She’s not shy. “I don't, unfortunately.”

Bea hands her a box filled with cakes. “Isn’t your Mr. Right, at home waiting on these treats, Katie?” Bea laughs.

Katie waves her away. “I never said he was Mr. Right.”

Bea giggles. Christ, I love that fucking sound.

“True, but you never said he wasn’t either.”

Katie shakes her head. “You caught me. Thanks, Bea, I’ll see you next week.”

“Have a wonderful evening,” she tells her.

I totally get why this place is a hit. Not only is the food impeccable, the service is on another level. Bea gets to know her customers. One by one she greets the customers as though they’re her friends or long lost relatives and keeps them talking while she prepares their order.

For the next two and a half hours I help her in the store. Finally having sold out almost an hour ago and that was after Bea had baked even more goods than usual. I sweep and mop the floor while she cashes out the register and cleans up the kitchen.

“Thank you,” she says once she’s finished. “You have no idea how much you helped me.”

I turn to her and pull her into my arms, she’s got a stack of mail in her hands. “You should have called, I’d have either come here or sent someone from an agency to help.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s never going to happen. I can’t call you away from your own work. I’m hungry,” she sighs as she leans against me.

I pull the keys from her hands and lead her toward the door. It’s time to get her home.

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“Oh my god,” I hear her breathe from the bedroom.

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