"Speaking of Shaw numbers, Elijah is going to get his first royalty check next month."
"No shit?" She turns completely now to look at me. Her hair falls into her eyes before she pushes it back. She's let it grow even longer, it's beautiful, luxurious. It's one of the things that makes her uniquely her
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"That song that he co-wrote with me was a hit, Falon. I told you he'll have enough to set aside for college. He's going to be okay."
Her folks will be too. I invested in the bakery as a silent partner. I didn’t do it to bail them out. I did it to help them flourish. With the weight of two mortgages off their backs, they thrived. Sales are up since Clara took over as the manager. Shirley still splits her time between Falon's studio and the bakery. She's faltered a couple of times this past year, but I'm there for her. Falon is too.
"Do you remember that first day you came into my studio?" She moves from where she's sitting to wrap her arms around my neck. "You were so perfect."
"You didn't think that." I joke as I look down into her face, tracing an imaginary path over those three freckles on her face. "You thought I was showing too much cock."
"I didn't really think it was too much." She looks down. Her eyes rake over my nude body.
"If I remember correctly, you told me to button my jeans back up."
"Oh, I said that." She nods vigorously, as her hand inches its way down my chest. "I wanted this all for myself even then."
"It was yours as soon as I walked through your studio door and saw you."
"This is mine too." She rests her hand on my chest, over my heart. "I want this forever."
"It's yours. You can have it forever. Nothing will ever change that."
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Preview of HEAT
The New Four-Part Series
Featuring Tyler Monroe
"I once had one in my mouth twice that size," I boast as I adjust the collar of my chef's jacket. "I had it all the way in before it exploded. I swallowed most of it."
"You what?" Drea, the newly hired sous chef stares across the counter at me, a knife at the ready in her hand. "There's no way you did that, Cadence. I don't believe you."
"Whether you believe me or not isn't relevant." I turn back towards my prep station. "I know what I'm capable of and I know that if I was given the chance, I'd happily prove that I could take Tyler Monroe's in one swallow. I'd do it right now if I have the chance."
"You'd think I'd have a say in that, no?"
I stop with my hand in mid-air. No one else is supposed to be in the kitchen right now. The only people in the entire restaurant are the two front-of-the house staff who are busy confirming reservations. They're both also women. That means that there's no way in hell either of them just asked that question considering the voice attached to it is all kinds of deep and sexy. I know that voice. I've never heard it in person but I've heard it whenever he's been on television, which seems to be all the time recently.
"Who are you?" Drea asks because she's not only new, she's naïve. She must also be one of the few people working in the restaurant industry in New York who has never seen a picture of him.
"I'm Tyler." I hear footsteps behind me. "I'm Tyler Monroe and you are?"
"Drea Hernandez," she offers. "You're not actually Tyler Monroe, are you?"
"I'm actually him." He chuckles.