Page 43 of Spotlight on Poppy

He handed her the plate. There was a piece of toast and what looked like a piece of bacon and veggie frittata.

"Oh my god, this looks amazing." She took a bite. "This IS amazing! Did you make this?" she asked.

He nodded and watched her with a content smile on his face.

"First the fancy sandwich, now this. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"I do the cooking for me and my sister. I have since I was a kid. I like cooking and trying new things," he said.

"There is more to you than meets the eye, Josh Turner."

He rested his hand on her thigh that was still under the blanket. "I had a really good time with you last night," he said.

"Oh my god, me too. It was incredible."

He gave her thigh a squeeze and licked his lips. It sent tingles all through her body.

"And just think, I did a love spell for a guy that was right under my nose the whole time."

"Love spell?" he asked, giving her a quizzical look.

"Oh yeah, Hannah did a love spell and the next day she met Graham,” she said casually between bites of the frittata. “So, at the wedding I asked the same woman who gave them their love spell to give me one and the next day Damien St. Cloud showed up."

She noticed the way he seemed to wince at his name. She put her hand on his and continued. "I couldn't figure out why my supposed soulmate was such a douchebag, but I thought I'd better give it a go."

"Ahhh, I see. I was wondering what on earth you saw in that guy. He treated you like shit, and the Poppy I know would never put up with that," he said.

"I would not, but I did, which is dumb. But I think I’m starting to figure some stuff out. I hope that doesn't freak you out."

He flipped her hand, so their hands rested on her leg palm to palm. "Not even a little," he said as he laced their fingers together.

"I am going to have to stop by her shop to thank her," she said.

"Her shop?"

"Yeah, she's the woman who opened the magic shop in town last week," she said.

"Really? Well, I guess I will have to thank her too." He brought her hand up and kissed it. Poppy looked over at the clock and groaned.

"What's the matter, princess?"

She groaned again as he called her that thinking about last night.

"I was just looking at the time wishing we had a little more of it for a little morning fun, realized we didn't, then you called me princess and it gave me flashbacks to last night, and I don’t think I can wait, but Sam will kill me if I do not make it there to open the store."

Josh took the plate from her hand and set it on his dresser. He moved closer to her and traced his finger down her cheek. He slid it down around her neck and leaned in for a kiss.

"Don't worry princess, we’ll do that again, very soon. But for now, why don't you get dressed so I can run you home?"

His car pulled up to her house. It was surreal. Here she was, returning to the same house she had lived in since she was a kid after having life altering sex with Josh Turner. If you would have told her this would be her life a few weeks ago she would have laughed at you, but here she was. And as he leaned over to give her a kiss goodbye, she was grateful for whatever it was that brought them together, whether it was the spell or not.

Throughout the day Poppy was so distracted, her mind kept flashing back to the previous night. She kept seeing his face when she undressed for him, feeling whispers of his touch on her skin, and hearing his low rumbly voice calling her princess and telling her to come. Her body seemed to obey him on a core level, and she loved that feeling. She spent so much time in her head and his ability to cut through all the bullshit and turn her brain off was so appealing.

And then of course there were those orgasms. Holy shit. No one had ever made her come like that. She had heard people talk about seeing stars before, but she always thought it was a metaphor. But yesterday she shut her eyes and came so hard she saw lights flashing behind her eyes with each wave of pleasure. All this time who would have thought he was like that. She thought she knew who he was, but she had no clue, and she was starting to believe no one else really knew him either.

Once she got the store open, Poppy made her way back to the kitchen and spent the morning in her happy place before business picked up. The kitchen table was full of muffins she’d made by the afternoon. She finally had enough time to step away long enough to start packing them up.

“Hey Pumpkin, what are you baking up today?” asked her dad as he entered the kitchen.

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