Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned 3)

My entire body stiffens when he pulls something from behind his back.

I hope that’s not what I think it is.

***

Max

Her eyes narrow down at the little white box. She places a hand on her hip and points at it with the other. Feigning boredom, she asks, “What’s that?”

I grin. “A cupcake.”

Her eyes flash. She quickly masks her excitement and shrugs dismissively. “And?”

I hold it in one hand and tap my fingers on the top of the box that holds the delicious treat. I tilt my head. “Well, if you don’t want it…” I open the box to reveal the most decadent looking double fudge brownie cupcake in the history of man.

Helena gasps.

I lift the cupcake out of the box. Hey eyes narrow and her jaw sets. Slowly, I bring it to my opening mouth. She fists her hands so tightly that her knuckles turn white. Just as the baked sweet touches my lips, she launches forward, snatches it out of my hand, and shoves the entire thing into her mouth.

Chewing animatedly, her eyes close in bliss. She moans long and low. And my dick hardens. Hey eyes flutter open. She glares at me and utters a garbled, “Do that again and I will cut you. Hard.” She turns and walks away.

I call out after her, “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

Her response comes in the form of her middle finger saluting me high up over her head, her round ass swaying seductively with every heated step.

Fuck me.

I’m in love.

“Max. What are you doing here, man? I didn’t think we had an appointment today,” states James from somewhere behind me.

I watch Helena walk away until she disappears down the hall. I turn to James. “We didn’t, but I figured if you had a second free that we could talk about something that’s bothering me.”

James checks his watch then smiles. “I’ve got time.”

I fight my grin.

She’s going to kill me.

***

Helena

There’s still time before the next appointment. I decide to get some time in doing some research about the client and his injury. Engrossed in my reading, I don’t look up when James calls out, “Helena, you got a sec?”

I call back, “Sure do.”

I make my way to his office, but when I reach the door, I screech to a halt.

What the fuck?

James smiles up at me. “You should have told me.”

Wide-eyed, I look over at James before turning my sights on a smirking Max. I croak, “What?”

James motions for me to sit. I do, next to Max. He looks to Max. “Max was just telling me about how you want to do some private sessions with Ceecee.”

I glare at Max and mutter through gritted teeth. “He did, did he?”