Sweet Addiction (5 page)

“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.”

“Wow, you’re really
gutting him with that insult,” Joey states sarcastically as I pull my apron
off. I throw it at his face.

“Well?” I ask, turning
to Juls.

“Well what?”

“Can I come with you?”

“Oh hell yes. I would
love to see you chew him a new one. I can’t stand cheaters.” We both move
towards the door as I nod in agreement.

“Hey! What about me?”
Joey yells.

I turn my head. “You
need to stay here and man the shop. What did you think I was going to close
down for this?”

“God damn it! This is
why we need another employee, Dylan. I fucking miss everything.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give
you all the details
after
I cut off his testicles.” Juls and I walk out
of the shop together and towards her car as I give myself a mental pep talk.
Yell
first then remove balls or remove balls then yell. Hell, did it matter?

I’m slowly beginning to
lose my edge as we walk into the crisp sleek foyer of the Walker &
Associates building. Juls’ heels are clicking on the marble and I inwardly
curse myself for not changing my outfit before I so bravely decided that this
was a good idea. I’m wearing a pale blue button up shirt, skinny jeans that are
dusted in flour, and my favorite ballet flats. This would have been so bad ass
if I was wearing something sexy and revealing, showing Reese what he would
never touch again.
Damn it, Dylan. Think next time.
At least my hair and
makeup are on point. We step off the elevators onto the twelfth floor and I
follow closely behind her, unsure where to go.

“Nervous?” she asks as
she walks up to a small reception area.

“Nope, but he better
be.” She throws her head back and laughs as I wiggle my brows.

“Julianna Wicks for Ian
Thomas please,” she says to the pretty receptionist who smiles and picks up the
phone, talking softly into it. She ends the call quickly.

“Go right in, Ms.
Wicks.”

She shrugs her
shoulders playfully. “I fucking love this shit. My man is so important that I
need to check in with someone before I barge in.” I giggle at her and follow
her through a closed door after she knocks quietly.

“There’s my girl. I’ve
been waiting for you.” Ian stands up and walks around his desk, pulling Juls
into his arms and smothering her with quick kisses.
Christ, they were
annoyingly adorable
. “I’m starving and not just for food,” he whispers
before his eyes flick to me. “Dylan. Are you joining us for lunch today?” he
sweetly asks as he plays with the ends of Juls’ hair. He sounds sincere but I
have a feeling that he’d much rather spend his lunch alone with my best friend.

I clear my throat.
You
can do this, Dylan
. “Actually, I was wondering if Reese was here. I needed
to speak with him.” Juls is too busy frantically working at loosening Ian’s tie
to even remember that I am in the room. I’m sure she would have snuck in a
bitchy remark had she been paying attention.

“Oh, of course.” He
smiles wide. “Just continue down the hallway until you see the redhead at the
reception desk. She’ll point you in his direction.” I nod and turn on my feet,
giving Juls one last glance as I step out, closing the door behind me.

He’s married. He’s
married. He’s married. Who cares how fucking insanely hot he is. He’s
married. 
My thoughts are so loud in my head, I’m
sure the redhead that I am now standing in front of can hear them. I smile
weakly at her.

“May I help you?” she
asks in a rather snippy tone.

“Um, yes. I would like
to see Reese, please.”

She cocks her head and
narrows her eyes.
Jesus. Retract the claws.
Picking up her phone, her
eyes run slowly down my body. “You mean Mr. Carroll? And who may I say is
asking for him?”

Mr. Carroll. Oh how
fucking formal.
I glare down at her. “Dylan.”

“Just Dylan?” Her tone
is borderline bitchy and I am beyond over it at this point.
Sweetie, this is
not the day to test my patience.

“Yes, just Dylan,” I
snap back, hands fisting at my sides.

She rolls her eyes and
speaks softly into the phone, slamming it down with more force than is probably
necessary. “Go on in, just Dylan.” She motions with a quick swipe of her hand
towards a door that stands at the end of the hallway.
What the hell is her
problem?

“Thank you. Have a nice
day,” I reply extra cheerfully to pluck her last nerve. She scowls.
Mission
Accomplished.

Not bothering to knock,
I open the office door and step inside, stumbling a bit at the sight of the man
behind the massive desk.
Yup, that’s what he looks like. Completely perfect.
His eyes slowly come up to mine from his computer screen and soften.

“Dylan, this is a
pleasant surprise. I assume you received my package?”

I close the door behind
me and cross my arms. “Yeah, cute pun. Do you have a minute?”

He smiles and I stumble
a bit. “For you? I have several.”

Standing up, he
gracefully moves his body around the desk and sits on the edge, crossing his
long legs in front of him at the ankles and bracing himself on his hands. I
shake my head at his cockiness.
Damn it to hell.
If he wasn’t so
gloriously attractive, this would be so much easier. He stands before me in a
light blue dress shirt, gray plaid tie and khakis, his hair a perfect mess and
his green eyes freezing me where I stand. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me
to speak. I could speak. I had a lot to say. But right now, I wanted to either
throw him down and fuck him right on his desk or slap him so hard across his
face that he would feel it next week.
Hmm, I could do both. Oh Chris, Dylan.
No. Slapping him. That sounds satisfying.
I move quickly, his eyes widening
as I stop just in front of him and strike him across his face, a loud crack
echoing throughout the room.

“Jesus Christ,” he
almost yells, his hand coming up and rubbing his now reddened cheek. “What the
fuck?”

“You fucking prick. Who
the hell do you think you are?”

He stands up, towering
over me in my flats.
Fuck, he’s as big as a tree.
“Okay, I probably
deserved that.” His tone is sharp but he doesn’t sound angry. He seems more
concerned than anything. “Look---” he pauses, rubbing his cheek, “---I’m sorry
I kind of shut down after the bathroom. I’m not used to sex getting to me like
that and I handled it like an asshole.”

I see red. “Are you
serious right now?
That’s
why you’re sorry? Because you freaked out
afterwards?”

“Yes, well that and the
fact that those men saw you in there with me. I’m sure they knew exactly what
we’d been doing.” He steps closer to me. “Why the fuck else would I be sorry?
I’m not sorry it happened. Are you?”

I push against his
chest but he doesn’t move.
Damn it, I need to start lifting weights.
“Yes, I’m sorry it happened. I do not fuck married men, Reese!” I’m shouting now
and my throat begins to ache but not enough to make me stop. However, his
current look of confusion is taking away some of my fire.
He’s a smart guy.
Why isn’t he grasping this?

“Okay, that’s good to
know,” he says with a furrowed brow.

“Great. Now you know.
So stay the fuck away from me.” I go to leave but am stopped by his grip on my
arm, turning me around to face him.

“What the fuck are you
talking about?”

I step out of his grasp
and look down at his left hand, narrowing in on his bare finger. “You asshole.
Why don’t you wear your ring? Hoping to get your dick sucked behind that
massive desk of yours by some girl that
doesn’t
know you’re married?”

His look stuns me. I
had expected him to get angry with me for slapping him, maybe a bit
disappointed in me for not wanting to pursue this any further, but the amused
look on his face was not what I was expecting. He runs his hands down his face
and laughs, stopping only when he sees my hardened expression.

“Married? Who the fuck
told you I was married?”

I step back. “Juls.
Answer my question. Why don’t you wear your ring?”

“Really? And where did
Juls hear that I was married?”

I throw my hands up in
frustration. “What the fuck does that matter? From Ian. Who else?”

He grabs my hand and
pulls me with him towards the door, swinging it open and storming down the
hallway.

“Where are we going?
Let go of me.”

“Shut up, Dylan.” My
fighting is useless. He is clearly on a mission as he walks towards Ian’s
office door, dragging my infuriated self behind him. “We’re settling this right
now.”

“Settling what?”

“Mr. Carroll, Mr.
Thomas told me to hold his calls.”

“It’s fine, Jill,” he
grunts at the nice receptionist as he swings the office door open, pulling me
into the room with him.

“Fuck. What the fuck,
Reese?” Ian’s voice causes me to shriek and then I focus on what is happening
in front of me. My eyes widen at the sight of Juls bent over Ian’s desk,
completely naked and getting fucked from behind. Ian quickly moves and covers
her up as Reese and I spin around and shut the door to keep the curious eyes
from the hallway from getting a show.