CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

“Six and three different kinds of cookies prepped in the fridge.”

“You’re crazy. That’s six different full meals for one client each.”

“It’s a good way to try out the recipes. And whatever is left I freeze in man-sized portions for Asher. His hours are crazy.”

“So, how is that going? That’s a lot of man flesh to have to work around. Not sure I could do it without trying to pounce on him. Especially since I looked up Mr. Asher Wainwright on the internet just to get a look see of how gorgeous this new daddy was—and girl, that’s some wrong.”

I dumped the biscuit dough out of the bowl. “Fine. Not a big deal.”

Just got very pregnant and then decided to have sex with him a couple more times like an idiot. No big deal.

Was I supposed to just blurt it out?

Oh, God. How was I going to tell my sisters?

Everything was such a cluster. Except cooking. That I could do. And focus on so that I didn’t lose my mind completely.

“Somehow I do not believe you. He’s hot with like five fire emojis.”

More like ten. Even more so when he was naked. In my limited scope, it was a rare man who looked just as good in a suit as out of one.

“He’s attractive, but that’s not a big deal.”

Except that he follows me into dreams almost every night.

I kept reliving the night of the New Year’s Eve snowstorm. How he touched me and never stopped. How he was wild for me and made me just as wild for him.

“Tell that to your flushed cheeks, chica.” Gabby leaned forward, her spoon dripping on the counter.

I picked up my spray bottle and towel to clean up after her.

She only rolled her eyes and lifted the bowl, scooping up another piece of carrot before putting i

t back down. “I don’t blame you. It’s like a Hallmark movie come to life. Sweet single dad who needs you desperately. Talk about fantasy. I mean, I don’t know if he’s sweet, but I’m assuming he’s not a monster. Though I’ve watched the ones with the grumpy guy who’s inept, and those are equally hot.”

When I didn’t say anything, she put the spoon down with a snap.

“What?”

She squinted at me.

“What?”

“How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“Are you flirty with this dude?”

“Can we stop talking about Asher?”

“I don’t know, can we? Seems like he’s an interesting topic.”

“Not really. We barely speak.”

We just like to use our tongues and other body parts.

God, so many other ways to use our mouths.