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Whether or not she wants to meet with me, at the end of the day, she’s mine.

And we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Plucking my cell phone off my desk, I send her a quick text. She’s probably at the bakery, which will buy me time to get the rest of my shit done before I have to charm her into agreeing to meet with me on an occasion that doesn’t involve deliveries.

BENEDIKT:Lunch. Tomorrow. Noon.

A few minutes pass, and I get into details about an upcoming shipment before she responds.

SIENNA:Lunch? I thought you wanted dinner?

BENEDIKT:You’re nervous around me. Lunch is easier.

SIENNA:I’m not nervous around you.

BENEDIKT:Dinner it is, then.

SIENNA: Lunch is fine.

Well, that wasn’t hard.

I expected more pushback. However, the two days I put between our last conversation must have intrigued her.

This might be easier than I thought.

BENEDIKT:Would you like to pick the place?

SIENNA:Yes, please.

Mhm.

I can’t ignore the fact that I liked that.

Maybe this is going to betooeasy.

BENEDIKT:Tomorrow work for you, Miss Graves? Or do you have other obligations?

SIENNA:I work. How about Saturday?

BENEDIKT:Noon work for you?

SIENNA:One is better.Should I bring my resume?

BENEDIKT:For?

SIENNA:You said I was talented and that you could use someone like me. But then you never said how.

BENEDIKT:We can discuss it over lunch.

SIENNA:What would a successful Fortune 500 investment company want with a small bakery?

BENEDIKT:You’ve done your homework.Anything else interesting that you learned about me?

SIENNA:I looked into your business, not you, Mr. Volkov.

BENEDIKT:That’s too bad, because I looked into you.Head baker at Sugar & Spice Bakery. You spook a bit easily, and you walk around with flour on you at all times.

SIENNA:That’s a basic assessment.