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“Screw you,” I say under my breath. Louder, I say, “I’m not going to be the manager. My bank will become the parent company. We’ll handle their accounts, but I won’t be the manager that’s behind the counter.”

But the truth is, I am very interested in this deal. Iamtaking point, even though I’m the CEO and don’t need to take point on anything anymore because I want to make sure it all goes smoothly. The trips out to Sugar Sunshine’s Vermont headquarters don’t hurt either. They have hundreds of cupcake flavors up there. Most are testers that never make it out of the kitchen, but I’m happy to try anything. The weirdest flavor combination I ever tried was on my first visit, when they gave me a chocolate cupcake with banana filling, topped with maple-candied bacon. It was surprisingly delicious, but I was the only one who thought so.

My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I pluck another pastry from the barely touched pile and bite into it. Yum.

Monica takes this moment to speak up again.

“You’re still basically the manager though. The man in charge. That is so hot!”

I nearly choke. Of course she thinks it’s ‘so hot’ that I’m a CEO. Yet she has no real idea of what that means. They never do.

I see Kendall stroll into the restaurant then, craning her neck to find our party. We’re hidden behind a short wall. No one else has seen her yet, so I take the time to really check her out.

Damn. She’s gorgeous.

Gone is last night’s garish purple dress. She’s dressed in something floral and demure and innocent. The dress hugs her large chest. I’m tempted to grab the guys and drag her somewhere to have our way with those creamy mounds of vanilla again.

My cock hardens at the thought.

Monica tries to get my attention once more, but I’m way too focused on Kendall. Luckily, Monica’s back is to the front of the restaurant, and the guys and I have a perfect view of Kendall’s backside as she spins, still searching for us.

“Should we call her over?” Tag whispers.

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

Leonore raises a brow at us.

“What are you guys whispering about? Secrets are no fun for the rest of us.”

“Work stuff. You’d find it boring,” Trace says, saving us all. I shoot him a thankful smile, but he doesn’t see it. His eyes are on Kendall, too.

A faint blush forms on her cheeks. The longer she goes without finding us, the more nervous she gets. I’m surprised Trudy hasn’t noticed Kendall’s arrival yet. She must be too distracted to realize her best friend just made her grand entrance.

Kendall starts to call over a hostess to ask about our party. We take that as our cue to put her out of her misery.

“Kendall!” I call out.

She startles, then meets our eyes.

Her face is flush, like she’s remembering last night.. The look in her eyes is clear. She wants more of what happened last night.

Don’t worry, Kendall.There’s more where that came from.

10

Tag

Damn, Kendall is a sight in her blue dress. The girl certainly knows how to make an entrance. Brunch has been going on for like twenty minutes when she shows up. Not the real food, just the tiny appetizer shit that Trudy put out.

Watching Kendall walk meekly to our table did something to me. It shouldn’t have been hot, but the boner I’m trying to hide with my napkin says it was.

“Hi,” Kendall says, her voice quiet. “Sorry I’m late. I got distracted.”

She flushes. Were we what distracted her? Did she have to take care of herself before she could leave, the way we all did? I’m dying for more details.

“It’s okay, Ken! You’re here now!” Trudy says. Her tone is fake-polite. Her face had gotten more and more annoyed the longer Kendall’s chair went unfilled. “Is everything alright? Was there some kind of emergency?”

Kendall gulps. “No, nothing like that. I was just checking emails and lost track of time. I’m really sorry to keep everyone waiting.”