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I can’t borrow him.
He’s not a sweater or a skirt.
He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.
In my defense, I didn’t know who he was. To me, he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape.
To an outsider, we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be.
Too bad I didn’t know who he was before I fell for him, because he can’t be mine.
Ethan is either a serial dater or he’s taken classes on how to charm a woman because I’ve never felt more listened to, more understood, more wanted—and he hasn’t even laid a single finger on me. I think he’s trying to mask it but the desire in his eyes makes my skin burn. The way his gaze holds mine while I’m talking. His eyes soften when I talk about my family, roll when I talk about my evil ex-boss, and light up when I make a corny joke. He’d win me over with all of that, but it’s his eyes when I’m not speaking that have me ready to pull him into an alley and kiss him senseless.
“Have you been to Scrumtuals yet?” he asks.
“Scrumtuals?” I scrunch my forehead. What a weird name.
He chuckles. “It’s not sexual. Well, unless chocolate makes you…” His words trail off and a light blush hits the center of his cheeks. Needless to say it’s adorable. “It’s a dessert place. Only serves dessert and they’re small portions so you can try a bunch.”
“Oh. For a second I thought this… work meeting was going in a different direction.”
His hands are shoved into his pockets as we walk side-by-side toward the downtown portion of Cliffton Heights. Other than coming and going from the train last Sunday, I haven’t had much of a chance to explore.
“How long have you lived here?” I ask to break up the awkwardness when he doesn’t respond to my last statement.
He thinks about it for a second. “Two years? Shit, it doesn’t feel that long.”
“And you like it?”
He glances at me and smiles. “I do. I almost moved back to the city a few months ago, but then I found the job at Mars And Venus.”
“Is that your end game? To work and Mars And Venus?”
He laughs and opens the door to a cute bakery with a black and white striped awning adorning the outside. When I step inside I see that it’s decorated in pale pink, light green, and white.
How did I miss this place?
A sweet sugary scent wraps me up in a blanket and instantly, I’m in love.
“This might be the best work meeting I’ve ever been on.” I elbow him and he bites his lower lip, his eyes absorbing my excitement.
“Yeah. Tacos and a dessert bar. Great combo.”
He takes out a tray and heads down the line of cupcakes, brownies, cakes, pies, and cookies. Everything is mini and it all looks like a small piece of heaven.
“Come to daddy.” He places a plate of mini chocolate covered pretzels on the tray.
I raise my eyebrows. “Seriously?”
“Chocolate covered pretzels when you have all this gooey cakey goodness right here in front of you?”
He shrugs. “I like chocolate covered pretzels.”
I nod, grabbing a whoopie pie and a brownie.
“Don’t hold back,” he says, allowing me to handle the tray which I happily take charge of.
“I don’t intend to. You’re just my co-worker, so you can sit there and watch me consume thousands of calories in desserts. Not like this isn’t just about business, right?”
I can do this all night. I will not slip up and call this a date—again.
He chuckles and his tongue slides out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip. I can’t stop myself from wondering what he tastes like.
“I like a woman with a healthy appetite. Especially if I can feed it to her.”
“TMI for a work meeting, Ethan,” I say, grabbing some truffles.
He leans in closer to me and whispers, “Nah, TMI would’ve been if I told you I like to feed them to her naked after I’ve already fucked her brains out.”