Dylan,
I fucked up. I’m so sorry. I would love to see you again.
X Reese
My mouth drops open. “You have got to be kidding me.” I hand the card to Joey and hear him gasp after a fleeting moment.
“Holy shit. He would love to see you again? Dylan!”
Snatching the card back, I pull apart the tissue paper and cock my head to the side as I stare at the contents of the box. “What the hell?”
Joey leans in and gawks. “Oh. My. God. This has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I pull out a pound of flour and drop it on the counter as he squeals next to me. “Why would he send me flour?” I am beyond confused right now while my assistant is bouncing around like a bunny. You would think by the way he’s reacting that I’m currently staring at an engagement ring instead of baking supplies.
“Don’t you get it? Instead of flowers he sent you flour since you’re a baker. Shit, that’s romantic.”
I shove him and he doesn’t budge. “Romantic? A married man just wrote me saying he wants to keep fucking me on the side. He’s married, Joey. This is not romantic. It’s sleazy and disgusting.” Picking up my coffee and stepping away from the counter, I stare at the flour and take generous sips. This is insane and my assistant is an idiot.
“You’re missing some key adjectives there. A hot married man wants to keep rightly fucking you on the side. You must have blown his mind girl. Plus he sends you presents? I want him as my secret boyfriend.”
I shake my head. “What a pompous asshole. He must think I’m some two bit whore to willingly submit to this joke of a request. Fucking douche-bag.” I pick the card up and toss it in the trash as Joey lunges for it. “Leave it.”
“No. At least keep it for a day. You might change your mind.”
“You are high off your ass if you think I would actually consider this.”
“I fucking wish I was high right now. That would be an excuse for my insane case of the munchies.” He throws his hands up dramatically.
We both giggle at each other and the situation. Of course this is my life. I couldn’t have some hot guy who gave me the best orgasm be interested in me. No, that would be too normal. He has to be a hot married best orgasm giver with a mouth I would pay to have on me again. Figures.
**
The morning went by quickly with the steady flow of customers. Mondays are always busier in the bakery, mainly with walk in specialty requests which I enjoyed immensely and Joey hated. He preferred that I wasn’t tied up in consultations all day so that we could chit chat and gossip. It was close to noon when Juls walked in, looking as chic as ever in her tight pencil skirt, white blouse, and heels to die for. I really needed to raid her closet someday. Besides the height difference between us, we were similarly built and could swap clothes easily. We were both slender yet toned, given how religious we both were about our exercise routines.
“Hello, lovies. And how is everyone’s Monday going?”
I moan as Joey smiles big, showing off his lonely dimple. “You look hot, Juls. Got a meeting with an annoying couple?” I ask as I straighten out the remaining red velvet cupcakes in the display case.
“Actually, I was just about to head over to Ian’s work to have lunch. You know I gotta look good for my baby.”
I perk up. Perfect. I could tell him off in person. “Mind if I joined you?”
She tilts her head to the side as Joey gasps dramatically. “Are you going to confront him?” The excitement in his voice is almost palpable.
I nod firmly. “Hell yes, I am. If he thinks he can proposition me to be his dirty little secret, he is seriously mistaken.”
“Excuse me? What the fuck have I missed?” Juls brings both hands to her hips and stares at me, waiting for an explanation. Of course, before I can speak, Joey opens his big gay mouth.
“Well---,” he rests his chin on his hand, “---Reese sent our sexy friend here a note with some flour saying that he was sorry about fucking up and would love to see her again.” His grin cracks his face open. “Isn’t that fantastic?”
She stares at us with a furrowed brow. “Are you serious? Oh damn it, I meant to confront him at the wedding after you left, Dyl, but he actually disappeared pretty soon after you did. Besides, I was a bit preoccupied. And did you say he sent you flour? As in baking flour?” I nod and she raises her eyebrows, her mouth slowly forming an O. “Ah, instead of the traditional flowers. That’s actually pretty clever.”
I stomp my foot. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Why am I the only person that didn’t get that? And it wasn’t clever. It was stupid, because he’s stupid.”