Falling for the Enemy(4)

“You really are too damn kind.”

Laughing, June went back to the mixer to see if the dough had proven enough. She really did love baking.





Chapter Two



The tattoo lasted long into the night. Dale and Max left around midnight while Trey continued to work. The client wanted it done and completed in one sitting. Trey didn’t mind. He’d given her the spare bedroom to rest up and so he could check the state of the tattoo in the morning. By six in the morning, he was exhausted, hungry, and in need of something quick to eat to get his energy back up. He checked the woman’s tattoo, got paid, and sent her on her way with a list of instructions and contact details in case anything went wrong. Trey didn’t anticipate any problems.

Seeing his fridge completely bare, Trey saw no other choice than to go across the street to buy something.

Fuck, he’d been trying to avoid going to June’s place. All he did when he wasn’t working was think about her. She’d entered back into his mind, and now he couldn’t shake her presence.

Talk to her and get it over with.

Slamming his door closed, he saw several of the construction workers exiting her shop. They were all moaning on the way out. The heavenly fresh scents of bread and donuts assailed him.

He greeted the workers, recognizing most of them as they worked with his two buddies.

Fisting his palms, Trey took a deep breath and headed inside. It was busy, considering it was six-thirty in the morning. He heard June’s deep smoky voice the instant he walked in. She was laughing at something one of the workers said. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness. Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a note and waited his turn.

When it came time to serve him, the whole shop was empty. Clearing his throat, June looked at him. The smile in her eyes vanished.

“Hello, June,” he said.

His mouth felt dry, and his cock was thickening in his pants. She wore a hairnet, which bound those sexy dark curls together, but he was fucking horny.

“Hello, Trey. What can I get you?” she asked.

You could take your clothes off so I could have something more to masturbate over at night, instead of using my imagination.

“A bagel will do, with everything inside.”

“You’ll have to wait five minutes. The morning crew cleaned me out of the ones I made up earlier.”

“I don’t mind.”

She nodded, turning away from him. He watched over the counter as she started to make up his breakfast. She didn’t speak to him or try to draw him into a conversation. Looking at the display case, he saw a couple of Danish pastries that made his mouth water.

“This place smells amazing,” he said, needing to hear her voice.

“Thank you.”

“Do you make everything yourself?”

June hummed and nodded her head.

Fuck, woman, talk to me.

“It’s difficult for me to not always come over here. The smell is always amazing.”

She walked back to the counter. “I appreciate your words. It’s nice to know the scents of the baking are liked.”

There was a slight smile on her lips. “Would you have any issue to me coming here for breakfast?”

“You’re a paying customer, Trey. I don’t see a problem.”

He ordered three of the Danish pastries and then handed over the money. “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, hating the words the instant they were out of his mouth.

“It’s none of your business. You’re a paying customer, nothing more.”

She handed him over the change.

“You’re different.”

June shook her head, smirking. “Yeah, I’m different. I’m not the shy girl you bullied back in the day.”

His cheek heated at the memory of some of the things he’d said.

“What do you know, I opened this bakery up in the month of June. Maybe you could add that to your past insults about my name?”

Trey recalled taunting her over the name June. He used to say it was when her parents conceived her or some other shit like that. Thinking back over his youth, Trey had a lot of regret.

“I’ve moved on, babe,” he said. “I’m changed.”

“So I’ve heard.”

June turned away from him first. Staring down the length of her body, he couldn’t help but moan at the full rounded curves of her ass. She was so fucking sexy. Trey cursed his wayward thoughts. He wanted to fuck her, and June couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Great, there was a time he could have any woman he wanted. Nothing had changed. He could snap his fingers, and women would surround him. June was not part of that circle. He was never going to get her sweet smile or have her thighs wrapped around his waist.

“I’m not the man I once was,” he said, needing her to see he’d changed. He sounded desperate even to him.