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Now that I’d actually observed these vendors, they had some delicious looking cakes, pies, candy, and more.

They made my mouth water for some sugar.

I looked around to see which vendor I’d grab a small treat from when my eyes landed on Pretty Sweets by Dom.

She was currently assisting a customer, but I had a full view of her.

Oh, my word . Now, I understood why Lai was so fascinated with her.

She was fucking stunning. In my heart, no woman was more beautiful than my Lai, but Dom slightly made me eat those words.

Her skin was the color of overcooked caramel sauce.

Plus, she was thick like a bowl of biscuits.

My eyes traveled over her body while she stood and bagged her customer’s treats.

Damn! Dom had thighs and ass for days. Her assets and curves filled out the black tights she wore.

Trapped between Dom’s thighs was a place no man or woman would ever complain about.

I took a deep breath and walked toward her with the intention to just feel her out.

However, each step I took toward her was fueled by lust and what ifs.

Damn Lai for always being right. Dom had just wrapped it up with her customer when her eyes landed on me.

I tried to avoid looking into her eyes right away, so I eyed the sweets on her table.

Most of them were dipped in some form of chocolate or candy with fun décor on the front.

There were different cakes in cups with lids and so much more.

It was a lot to take in and admire. She really was gifted. I never knew sweets could be so pretty.

“You see something you like, handsome?” Dom probed.

My eyes connected with hers, and I swallowed.

Dom had the prettiest light brown eyes I’d ever seen, a dark brown pixie cut that accentuated her round face, and heart-shaped lips.

The gold jewelry in her ears, around her neck and wrists, and on her fingers gave ’90s chic and sexy.

My dick tried to come to life at the sight of her, but I couldn’t let that happen.

That was a creepy ass move being that I was in the open with adults and kids.

“Yeah. I believe you can help me. My wife, Laila, wanted me to pick up some snacks from your table,” I answered.

Her eyes widened and a grin covered her face. “Yes! She told me you’d be stopping by. It’s nice to put a face to a name, Surtain. I’m Domaneek, but you can call me Dom.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Dom. You can call me Sur.”

She held out her hand, and I gently grabbed on to it. There was small shock that took place when our hands joined. I looked at her, and she gazed back at me.

“I felt it just like you, but I won’t harbor on it. Laila wasn’t lying when she said you were quite the looker. You are fine as hell, Surtain.”

I gushed at her compliment. “Thank you, Dom. I find your openness refreshing.”

“There’s a lot more I’d like to open for you, but I digress. What kind of treats are you interested in?”

I laughed and shook my head. Dom was flirty, sweet, and sexy as hell.

Here I was nervous to approach her and talk to her, and she had done all the heavy lifting.

I had to at least meet her halfway. Once I released the deep breath I’d been holding, I felt a little lighter.

I pointed out the sweets that I knew Lai would like.

“That’s it? What about yourself?”

“I’m not much of sweets person.”

“That wasn’t a full no, so you must like some kind of sweets,” Dom countered with a flirty smirk.

“If I had to choose, I’d say cheesecake.”

Dom beamed. “Say less. I got you covered. This whole side is cheesecake. What flavor do you like, or are you an original flavor type of guy?”

I chuckled. “I’m usually an original flavor type guy, but when I mix it up, I like raspberry.”

She winked at me. “I got you, handsome.”

She walked to the side and grabbed a small clear cup of what looked like raspberry cheesecake. Dom grabbed a plastic spoon from her box. She opened the cup then dug the spoon inside.

“Open up,” she commanded.

I hesitated but did as she directed. Dom fed me the bite-sized treat, and it was delicious. I swallowed then looked at her.

“That’s the best damn cheesecake I’ve ever had. Damn. Throw like three of them in my order.” Dom laughed at me. “How much is my total?”

“Twenty-five dollars even,” she replied, placing a custom made, pink, zebra-striped bag in front of me.

I handed her a fifty-dollar bill.

“Keep the change as a tip. Thanks for my treats, Dom.”

“No. Thank you, Sur. I hope you enjoy, but hold on for a second.”

She leaned over her table and used her thumb to wipe the treat residue from the corner of my mouth.

We gazed into each other’s eyes. Dom was a vision of beauty and had this weird way of making me feel so comfortable around her.

I wanted to see her again. There was something in her that I wanted to continue to get to know.

“Enjoy your Sunday, Surtain, and it was a pleasure meeting you.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Dom. Take care, beautiful.”

I winked at her and walked away with my mind and spirit calm yet excited.