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Only with Me / (by Kelly Elliott, 2017) -

Only with Me /    (by Kelly Elliott, 2017) -

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Only with Me / (by Kelly Elliott, 2017) -
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Kelly Elliott
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Charlotte North , J.F. Harding
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SO, WHAT DO you do when youre not . . . SWAT teaming? I glanced up at the young woman standing at our table. Her bright-red lips puckered out in an attempt to look sexy while she leaned over and put her tits on display. All I really wanted to do was tell her she had lipstick on her front tooth. Focusing back on my sandwich, I ignored her. It was a dick-move, but damn it all to hell, I just wanted to eat. Phil, another SWAT team member, answered her. We train, maam. The waitress laughed. Maam? Holy shit, how old do I look? None of us answered. Hell, we knew better than to touch that shit with a ten-foot pole. If I was to guess though, Id say she couldnt have been more than twenty. What kind of training? she asked. Cole kicked me under the table. She wasnt going to go away until I talked to her. With a sigh, I put my sliced brisket sandwich down and wiped my hands on my napkin. I cleared my throat, flashed her my signature smile, and replied, Maam, if we told you, wed have to kill you. Her smile faltered a little before it grew wider. She got what she wanted, me talking to her. How about drinks later, handsome? Damn. That was fast. Usually it took the new waitresses at least a week before they were throwing themselves at one of us. With a fake chuckle, I replied, I dont think my wife would like that very much. With a pout, she shrugged. Well, you cant blame a girl for trying. Spinning on her heels, she headed to another table. I hate new waitresses, Phil mumbled. I hate that they always want Nic. What the fuck is wrong with the rest of us? Cole asked. Id have taken her up on the drinks. Yeah, if you want your ass thrown in jail. She looks sixteen, Phil stated with a deep rumbled laugh. Its the Greek in him. Its like a magnet for women. I have yet to see one it hasnt worked on, our sergeant, Oliver, said. I almost laugh every time you say my wife, Cole said. Rolling my eyes, I went back to eating. Was it too much to ask for us to eat in peace? Wed been coming to this restaurant for over six years now. Once the newness of seeing all of us walk in wore off, the waitresses usually treated us like every other customer. But when there was a new one and she saw us walk through that door in tight T-shirts, muscles on display, and the word SWAT splayed across said shirt, something happened. It was like their hormones were turned up into overdrive. Yeah well, it keeps the ones Im not interested in at bay. Phil laughed. And youre not worried the ones youve fucked arent going to say youre a lying bastard? It was true. At times I did worry about my little lie. Over the years I had screwed one or two . . . or maybe six . . . of the waitress at Roys Place. None of them bothered to even ask if I was married. Each was a fast fuck. In the alley behind the restaurant, in my truck, outside the bar before we even made it in, the backseat of their car, Roys office, and my favorite, fucking Scarlett in the bathroom while the rest of the guys sat out there and ate. Bastards still had no clue about that one. I smiled. Something to be said about public sex. With a shrug, I responded. They got what they wanted. Besides, they never stay long enough to care. Cole looked over to the long counter. Scarletts still here. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Scarlett, Roys daughter, poured a cup of coffee for a customer. Her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail and one of her signature Dierks Bently T-shirts on. She winked and said something to the old man before turning around and grabbing a few plates. I turned back to Cole. Scarletts different. Shes part owner, you asshole. And the occasional hook-up. Shrugging, I replied, Whats wrong with that? Holding up his hands he laughed. Nothing at all, my friend. Nothing at all. Weve all had the go-to fuck buddy at one point. I wasnt sure why, but Coles comment bothered me more than it should have. Was that all I was ever going to have in my life? A fuck buddy? My phone buzzed on my side. Pulling it out, I frowned as I read the text. Mom: Dont forget dinner tonight. I quickly typed out my response. Me: Cant make it tonight. Training session. Mom: Dont lie to me Nicholaus. I will find out. Laughing, I turned to Oliver. If my mother sends you a text, were training tonight. He nodded, like what I had said was nothing new. It wasnt. Ever since Thad and Thano had settled down, my mother was even more eager to set me up with a good Greek girl. I was almost positive the last girl she tried to set me up with was a distant cousin. Hiding again, huh? Oliver asked. Yep, I replied as I typed another text. Me: Ive gotta run, Mama. Love you. Mom: Love you. If you finish up, stop by. Marias daughter is in town. I lifted my brows. Hmm. That might be fun. Cassie was beautiful with her long, dark hair and brown eyes that begged for more. The last time she was in town we had one night of hot sex. The girl knew how to work her tongue, thats for sure. Olivers pager went off. Without a word, everyone jumped up and headed out as he called and got the information. Weve got a high-risk narcotics warrant. Lets head back. My heart pumped harder. I fucking loved my job. It was dangerous and required fast thinking, planning, and balls of steel to be on SWAT. My career choice had also kept me single. Id yet to meet a woman who could handle the fact that I was a cop. Let alone, a SWAT member. Not that I was looking. Far from it. I liked my single lifestyle. No one to answer to and plenty of women to go around. At least that was the mantra I repeated to myself all the time. Once we made it back to the station, we went over the plans down to every last detail. Every single thing was planned. Where our entry points were, where the pull teams would go, and what the backup plan would be. Five hours later we were ripping the iron gate off and breaking the door in on a house that was suspected of selling heroine out of it. Police! On the floor! I shouted as we rushed in. Three guys immediately dropped to the floor and one dumb fuck took off running for the back of the house to try to get out. Idiot. Id have him in less than thirty seconds. Thud. Dont even think about it. Give me your hands. Fighting me every step of the way, the suspect shouted out, I didnt do nothing! I restrained his hands and pulled him off the ground. Heading into the main living room with the dirtbag I had caught, Liam walked around the corner. The rest of the house is clear. I called in, Three in custody. All clear for narcotics to come in. My heart was still racing as we headed back to our vehicle. Another successful bust. This would never get old. The thrill of my job was all I needed. The drive back to the station was filled with Oliver going over the operation. What went right, what could have gone wrong, and what we could have done better. Beer? Cole asked as we stripped out of our gear and threw it into the back of our police cars. Sounds good. Drivas! Oliver called out. Your mother texted. Told her you were on a warrant issue. With a roll of my eyes, I sighed and slammed my trunk. Turning to Cole, I said, Im going to need something stronger than a beer. His face lit up. That meant we were heading out on the town and would most likely both end up getting lucky tonight. Hell yes! I was hoping youd say that. With a smile, I shouted, Later guys! Oliver, Phil, and Liam each lifted a hand. They were all heading home to their wives or girlfriends. Not me though. The last thing I needed was a woman tying me down. I was perfectly happy being alone. At least that was what I kept telling myself. I STARED OUT the window as I wound the yarn in a ball. Its a new pattern Im trying for my granddaughter. Oh, I love it, Beth! Glancing to my right, I watched as Lou and Beth oohed and aahed over a new blanket pattern Beth had bought. Beth looked up and showed me the pattern. Smiling, I nodded. Its precious! Shes going to love it. The look of pure happiness on Beths face made my heart fill with happiness as I let out a soft sigh and went back to my busywork. I loved coming to knitting club. It always relaxed me and made me think of my grandmother. She was the one who had taught me to knit, and being with these women reminded me of a happier time. My eyes scanned the mountains out the window. One of these days Id build up the courage to hike up one of them. My somewhat fear of heights kept me from venturing out to them. Until then, I would sit in a room with four other women who were significantly older than me, and knit. Lou gasped as Beth showed her the yarn she was using for her future grandbaby. She insisted it was a girl, even though her daughter and son-in-law decided not to find out what the gender was. That pink is perfect! Lou gushed. Beth held it up for the rest of us to see. Beautiful! Karen said. Love that pink! Nancy added. With a smile, I said, Lovely. Everyone turned to Charity. My best friend, roommate, and business partner. She was sulking in the corner like she did every week when we came to knitting club. Clearing my throat, I said, Char? She snapped her head and lifted her thumb up. Great. Beth seemed disappointed by Charitys response. I wasnt sure why, it was pretty darn clear Charity was not here of her own free will. She lost a bet. I won. That meant knitting club for both of us. Beeping from across the room caused Charity to jump out of her seat and cry out, Times up! Lou and Nancy let out a yelp and covered their hearts. You scared the fright out of me, Charity, Nancy said. Charity grinned. I scared the piss out of you, Nancy. Just say it. With red cheeks, Nancy waved her hand to dismiss Charity as she giggled and said, Youre such a bad girl. Its a good thing Im not your mother, young lady. Charity glared at me then fake laughed while turning back to Nancy. Oh, you know Im kidding. Enjoy your day, ladies. She was out the door and to her red BMW faster than I could say knit one, purl two. Slipping into the front seat, I waited for her to start her weekly bitch session. Right on cue she went for it. Dropping her head back against the seat, she closed her eyes and groaned. With a quick snap of her head up, she turned and glared at me. I cannot believe I let you drag me to this thing called hell. My lips pressed together tightly to keep from laughing. Honestly, Gabi. The damn club is called Knitters are Purls. That should have been your first clue! This time I did laugh. Oh, come on its not that bad. Youre not even trying. Her mouth dropped. You want me to socialize with women who are old enough to be my mother. Did you know Karen tried to set me up with her son! She told him I was a virgin! Why in the hell would she think I was a virgin? I covered my mouth in an attempt not to laugh harder. Shrugging, I said, Maybe cause youre in a knitting club? Exactly my point! Ugh! I hate you so hard right now. My phone buzzed in my purse. Reaching in, I read the text from Max. Dang it, Max has an issue. Charity pulled out onto the main road and punched the gas. Max always has an issue. Whats it this time? He said Ms. Loft is in and wants to know why I didnt make zeppoles. Fuck Ms. Loft. Gasping, I cried out, Charity! What? The lady is crazy. She comes in everyday and buys your desserts and then pawns them off as her own for her rich boyfriend. I hope she gets caught one of these days. That still wasnt nice. Charity came to a stop and turned to me. Just say it. You know you want to say it. I looked into her feisty hazel eyes. I dont want to say it. You do. I know you dont like her. It was true. I loathed the woman, but Id never call her names. Only under my breath. Shes a customer. I love all of my customers. Charity hit the gas, causing my head to hit the headrest. Bullshit. One of these days youll say it. The woman will push you too far and youll crack. I shook my head. Nope. Ive worked too hard to be where I am. I will not call our customers names. I leave that to you. And like I said, she is a fucking bitch. I rolled my eyes and groaned. This was my payback for dragging her to knitting club. Ten minutes later, we were parking in the garage of the building we lived in. My bakery was located on the first floor. Four years ago when I came through Colorado Springs, I never thought I would fall in love with it. But one drive through Old Colorado City and I was hooked. As I walked around the shops, I came to the bakery that was for sale. I instantly knew it was a sign this was where I belonged. After spending two years jumping from town to town, I finally felt safe enough to settle in one place. At least until my past caught up with me, if it ever did. As long as I stuck to the original plan my brother and father set up, Id be safe. You okay? You seem like youre in another world? Charity asked, pulling me from my thoughts. Yep. Im heading to the bakery to see whats going on. She rolled her eyes. Right. Max and his emergency. Im going to pour myself a hard drink to forget the last two hours of my life that Ill never get back. With a chuckle, I shook my head and bounced down the stairwell. Charity swore Max had a thing for me. I disagreed. Besides, I was almost positive he had a girlfriend. Unlocking the back door, I stepped into the hallway. One side housed the restrooms, storage room, and cleaning closet. The other side was my office. Id converted the two existing offices into one when I bought the bakery. It was where I lived for the first six months after I bought the place. It was convenient when I had to get up at three in the morning to start baking. Stepping into my office, I grabbed my apron, tied it on and took in a deep breath. Glancing around the space, I grinned. I love this place. I still couldnt believe I was lucky enough to get the second and third floors when they became available. The top floor was my apartment. Two bedrooms and two and a half baths. The remodel took forever, but it was worth it. Thats when I met Charity. We instantly hit it off and when I learned she loved to bake, we became business partners. Hey, what are you doing here on your day off? I jumped when Liza spoke. Shit! You scared me, I said as Liza stood there staring at me with a smile on her face. Liza worked at the bakery part-time while she went to culinary school. Thank God youre here! Max cried out. Whats wrong? I asked. That woman! I want to hit her in the face so hard she wont remember her name for a month! My eyes widened as Liza laughed. Oh yeah. Ms. Loft. Shes still here. What? I gasped. Im telling you, Gabi. You need to ban her. Ban. Her, Max said as he pushed his hand through his short brown hair. With a moan, I replied, All right, lets go get this taken care of. Pulling my long, blonde hair up into a ponytail, I cracked my neck, popped my knuckles and got ready to deal with the worst customer on the planet. If she was in New Jersey, she probably would have been taken out by a friend who knew a friend. I walked into the main area of the bakery. With a smile, I glanced around at the handful of people who filled the tables. I mainly served dessert, with a few options for salads and cold sandwiches, so it made my heart happy to know my creations were bringing people in. For years I was told I needed to add wine to the menu. It hadnt been announced yet, but the second floor was being turned into an upscale wine bar. A dream of my fathers that I was making my own reality. Well, its about time you showed up. Ms. Loft jumped up and made her way over to me. Where are the zeppoles? I was about to answer her when the bell on the front door chimed, I glanced that way, strangely drawn to see who was coming in. Everything stood still, as if time had ceased for a few brief moments. Opening my mouth to talk, I was stunned into silence. A burst of excitement and curiosity for the man who walked in caused tingles throughout my body. Holy. Crapole. Id never in my life seen a guy so drop-dead gorgeous. My eyes roamed his perfectly fit body. Dark hair, sun-kissed skin, and stubble. Damn . . . I loved stubble. Then my gaze landed on his shirt. Colorado SWAT. Oh yes. A police officer. How I loved a man in uniform. My eyes took another gander over his body. Black pants, black boots, and a gun strapped to his side. Hot. As. Hell. What would it feel like to be under such a guy like that? The thought alone made my panties wet. Ugh. Stop it, Gabi. What in the hell is wrong with you? He walked over to the counter where Liza was attempting to wipe the drool from her mouth. There was something about this guy that kept my attention drawn to him. Id seen plenty of good-looking men, but this guy. He seemed . . . different. So very different. That broad chest. Those delicious arms. I bet he could pick a girl up and fu . . . Did you hear what I said, Gabi? Ms. Lofts voice pulled me from my naughty thoughts. Good lord. What is the matter with me? Is it hot in here? I asked as I fanned myself and looked around. Do we need to turn the AC on in here? Ms. Lofts expression hardened. What? Stop changing the subject. I really didnt want to be dealing with crazy lady right now. I wanted to walk away, push Liza to the ground and finish helping Officer Dreamy. Liza laughed and my eyes swung back to the counter. I was instantly jealous that Liza was talking to him. Bitch. Putting my fingers to my temple, I groaned. What in the hell? I mumbled. What was that? I lifted my head and glared at Ms. Loft. I didnt make zeppoles today. I dont guarantee certain things to be made every single day. But my Henry wanted zeppoles today! I need zeppoles! She raised her voice, causing the patrons in the bakery to look over at her. Including Officer Dreamy. Great. Thats all I need is for crazy to draw the polices attention to me. Its one thing to look and dream about a police officer, but to actually draw his attention to me . . . not so much. Youre not listening to me! My man wants zeppoles! Gabi, I need you to make me zeppoles. Now! And thats when it happened. I snapped. There was really no reason why I picked this moment to have had enough. Maybe it was because I was missing out on Officer Dreamy, or that Charity was right. I had wanted to call Ms. Loft a fucking bitch. What did you call me? Ms. Loft asked as her face turned red. Oh no, I whispered. Max laughed and said, Yeah, you didnt think that in your head, darling. You said it out loud. Looking over my shoulder to Max, I mouthed, shit. He smiled and said, Its about time. You called me a bitch! Ms. Loft exclaimed. I believe she called you a . . . fucking bitch. My head snapped over to the customer sitting at a table who had filled in Ms. Lofts oversight. Im sorry, but this lady is rude every time she comes in. It was deserved. I lifted my hands as I gestured for everyone to stop. Wait. Ms. Loft, Im sorry, it slipped, but you seriously cannot expect me to make something your husband wants on a whim. She guffawed. Boyfriend. Christ, do you even listen when I talk to you? Blonde bimbo. Oh no she didnt. Im finished with this lady. If he wants them so bad, you could always . . . I dont know . . . bake them yourself and stop lying about it. At first she stood there glaring at me. Then she started laughing, which made me laugh in a nervous way. Peeking over to the counter, Officer Dreamy was watching what was happening. His stare caught mine and my breath hitched. The way his eyes darkened had my insides flipping all about. I couldnt help but wonder if his thoughts about me had gone just as naughty. Dont be ridiculous, Gabi. Listen, cupcake, get your ass back in that kitchen and make me my zeppoles! Focusing back on crazy lady, my hands went to my hips as I opened my mouth to tell this bitch off. Id had enough of her kind of crazy. Listen here you Excuse me, is there a problem here? Glancing up, he was standing there. Up close he was even more attractive. His muscles more apparent. His voice was smooth as silk and felt like a warm blanket wrapping around my body. I was instantly calmed. And then it happened. Stupid took over. Wha . . . ma . . . ba . . . prob . . . um . . . I seriously could not form a word to speak after hearing that man talk. He not only looked like a God, he talked like an angel. His hazel eyes sparkled as he tried not to smile. There was a touch of gold specks that seemed to shine a bit brighter. Crazy lady spun around and went to lay into Officer Dreamy when she noticed he was a cop. She dropped her pointed finger and stared at him. I know how you feel, lady. He glared at her before speaking again. Vivian Loft. Huh? He knows her? Um, I was just leaving. My eyes darted back and forth between crazy lady and Officer Dreamy. Im sure you were. And I bet you were telling this nice young lady that you wont be coming back. Ever. Her eyes turned black. Youre a real asshole, Nic Drivas! Ass! Hole! I hate you and I hope you get shot! All that could be heard were gasps across the bakery. I was pretty sure my eyes were about to pop out of my head from sheer shock. Not to mention Id have to scrape my jaw off the floor. How could she say that? What. A. Bitch. He laughed as everyone watched Ms. Loft storm out of the bakery. The second the door shut, the entire bakery erupted in cheers. Turning to me, Officer Dreamy smiled. Lord. Im for sure going to have to change my panties. Closing my eyes, I got a grip on myself. This was what happened when you didnt have sex in forever. I took a deep breath and got my thoughts back in order. Clean. Thoughts. Only. My eyes snapped opened as I tried to shake away my wandering thoughts. I smiled as I looked up at the tall, dark, and handsome man standing before me. I take it you know her? Officer Dreamys smile faltered a bit as he narrowed his eyes at me and stared at my mouth. When his eyes slowly moved up and caught mine, I held my breath and prayed he didnt recognize me. There would really be no reason why he would, unless he lived in New Jersey six years ago. Then his smile grew bigger and my stomach dropped fast and hard. Lord help me. The man could probably make a woman orgasm simply by smiling at her. I wish I could say I didnt, but unfortunately I do. Huh. Interesting. Old girlfriend? Old lover? Either way . . . lucky bitch. Shes an old . . . family friend. Yep. Old girlfriend. That is a roundabout way of not saying shes an old girlfriend. I thought he was going to fall over laughing. Now that made my day, agapim?ni. Vivian and me? No. Not a chance in hell. Shes honestly an old family friend who wanted more with me than I wanted with her. Agapee what? I had no idea what he called me, but it made my insides melt and I was pretty sure if he told me to drop to the ground and get ready for him, Id do it willingly. Nodding, I lifted my brows. Ah. I gotcha. Anyway, thank you for stepping in. Dessert is on me. Pick anything you want. I didnt think his smile could get any better, but I was wrong. Cue the dimples. Yeah, Im pretty sure I just moaned out loud.? WHAT. IN. THE. Fuck. I just called this woman sweetheart. I never called women pet names and I certainly never said it in Greek. She showed no reaction which confused the hell out of me. My heart was racing, and I had to fight to pull my eyes away from hers. Her smile about knocked me off my feet, not to mention the angelic way she spoke. What is this weird feeling in my chest? Jesus. Snap out of it, Drivas. It finally dawned on me she asked me a question when she tilted her head and scrounged her nose in the most adorable way. Fuck. All I could think about was having her under me. What was that? I asked. She laughed, and it hit me square in the chest. The warmth that spread through my body was something Id never experienced before. It left me feeling both confused and turned on as fuck. Dessert is on me. Fuck yes. Id lick dessert off of this girls body any day. I could only imagine the beautiful body hidden under all those clothes. Nodding, I motioned for her to lead the way back over to the display. How long have you been open? I asked while I examined the treats before me. Everything looked amazing. Four years. My head snapped up. What? Youve been here for four years? Always as a bakery? She giggled. Yep. I ran my hand over my stubble as I thought about how Id never seen this little bakery before. How have I missed this? Shrugging, she replied, Do you live nearby? Not really. I just got back from looking at a little house over on Twenty-third and Kiowa St. Her eyes widened in surprise. The blue one? Yeah, some asshole keeps outbidding me. I went to look at it again to see if I wanted to put in one more offer. Her cheeks blushed and I couldnt help but notice how her blues eyes lit up. Chewing on her lip, she mumbled, Um. The corners of my mouth rose into a smile. Youre the asshole, arent you? Pressing her lips together tightly to keep from laughing, she nodded. I am. Damn, Im sorry I didnt mean to call you that. She waved me off. Its okay, how would you have known, right? Besides, I pulled my offer earlier today. My eyes traveled her body again. Well, what little of it I could see now that she was behind the counter. What? Why did you pull your offer? Another customer walked into the bakery, but the other girl who was helping me earlier walked up to them. Im opening a wine bar upstairs on the second floor. With the amount of work going into that, there was no way I could put time into another project. A wine bar, huh? I like wine. What the hell? I like wine? Where in the hell is my game? Her brow lifted. Well then, youll have to stop by on opening night. Id like that. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she broke away and looked down to the desserts. So, do you have a favorite Italian dessert? Glancing again over the desserts, I saw the panna cotta. I loved panna cotta. The creamy custard-like dessert was one of my favorites. Ill give your panna cotta a shot. She smirked. Youll never look at panna cotta the same again. It was my great-grandmothers recipe. Dont you think before I taste your panna cotta I should get your name? Seriously? If I could, Id punch my own face right now. What is this girl doing to me? Everything I say makes me sound like an idiot. There went that radiant smile again. Her blonde ponytail swung around as she turned her head to cover the blush in her cheeks. Peeking back at me, she answered. Gabi Mandola. And yours is Nic Drivas. I smirked. She had remembered. Her teeth sunk into her lip and my dick instantly strained against my pants. I couldnt help but imagine those lips wrapped around my dick. The thought of grabbing that ponytail while sinking my cock deep inside her from behind had my heart racing and all the blood rushing to the only thing that was thinking right now. All right. Down boy. Is that Greek? My heart felt like it dropped in my chest. Yes. Im impressed. She chuckled. Dont be. When I was little and visiting family in Italy, we went to visit one of my fathers best friends. Their last name was Drivas. Huh. Thats interesting. Could be a relative of mine. You never know, she said with a smile and a wink. Yep. I needed to get this girl under me. On top of me. Anywhere the fuck on me. Holding up my plate, I said, Thank you for the panna cotta. Sure. I hope you enjoy it. I made my way over to a little table. The lady sitting one table over smiled then ran her tongue along her dark-red lips. With a polite smile, I made sure to sit with my back facing her. Plus, that gave me a better view of Gabi. Glancing down at the panna cotta, I smiled when I saw the raspberry sauce on it. I popped the single berry into my mouth and let the flavor burst inside while I slid my spoon into the custard and took a bite. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I wanted to moan. Hell, I wanted to pick up the plate and devour the heavenly dessert in front of me. Id never in my life tasted something so amazing. Closing my eyes, I let the taste linger. It was amazing. If your mother saw you with that look on your face, youd be dead right now. My eyes snapped open. Cole? He sat down and placed his plate of tiramisu on the table. You finally discovered my favorite bakery in Colorado Springs. Anger raced through my body. You asshole. Why have you never told me about this place? We eat at Tellys all the time. He shrugged while he took a bite. I only found it about six months back. And maybe because Ive been trying to get the owner to go out with me for the last month. If you walked in, shed be all over your Greek ass. I laughed and took another bite. Well, if it makes you feel any better, she didnt go all crazy over me. Well, she did stumble on her words when I first walked up and talked. Cole rolled his eyes. And there you go. Shes probably been dreaming of you ever since. Tell me the other hot chick who works here hasnt seen you yet. The young girl? I asked in shock. The first girl who originally helped me couldnt have been more than nineteen. Cole laughed. No, not Liza. Her name is Charity and fucking hell she is gorgeous. Glancing back over, I watched Gabi moving behind the counter. I cant imagine this other girl being as beautiful as Gabi. Yeah well, theyre both knock-outs. I turned my attention back to Cole. I still cant believe you kept this from me. You know Italian food is my favorite. Thats blasphemy in the eyes of your mother, you know that, right? Laughing, I stared down at my dessert. There was one more bite of panna cotta left. Maybe I should get a to go box and bring it home. Savor it later while I thought about Gabi naked and waiting in my bed for me. How are the desserts, gentlemen? I glanced up and my stomach dropped at the sight before me. Cole and I both answered at the same time. Great! Good as always! Cole added. I glared at him while he ignored me and kept smiling up at Gabi. So, you seem to know everyone today, Nic? Gabi said with a chuckle. Nic? Cole asked as he shot me a dirty look. Were on a first-name basis already, huh? There was no way I couldnt hide my smirk. Thats what the bastard got for keeping this place a secret from me. We work together, I replied. Cole here is on SWAT with me. I watched as Gabi turned and smiled at Cole. It wasnt the same smile she gave me earlier. It was a polite smile. One I figured she gave to all her customers. For some reason that made me feel good. Really good. I didnt know you were a police officer. Well, thanks for telling Nic about the place, Cole. Sure, of course. I tell everyone about . . . ouch! I kicked him under the table. He didnt tell me. Hes been keeping it a secret. Gabi lifted a brow. Why? Would me telling you Ive been sharing your bakery with my friends make a difference in you going out with me? Nope. Not at all. Her response was quick and made me smile even more. There ya go. I kept Nic away simply for selfish reasons. Cole jumped up. As always, it was great, Gabi. Ive got to run. Later, Drivas. Cole took Gabis hand and kissed the back of it. Enjoy your day. Taking a step back while withdrawing her hand, Gabi replied, You too, Cole. I was going to kick his ass the next time we were alone. So, did you not like the panna cotta? You left some on your plate. The thought of eating the last bite almost made me sad. Dont be crazy! I loved it. I was holding off on the last bite. Trying to savor it. Cole was ruining the mood. She laughed, and it rumbled through my body again. Im glad you enjoyed it. Scooping up the last bite, I put it in my mouth and moaned. Gabis mouth opened slightly, and I swore her eyes turned dark with desire. I might have been jumping the gun, but I didnt care. There was something about that woman I needed to learn more about. She had an air of mystery surrounding her. Id never been so drawn to anyone before in my entire life. Reaching down, she took my plate. Best youve ever had? If I say yes, will you let me take you to dinner sometime? Her eyes lit up and my chest squeezed in a delicious way. No. But, how about if you let me cook you dinner? Thats if you like Italian food? Holy fuck. Even better. Like it? I love it. Her smile grew wider as I handed her my card. Send me a text so I can get your number and well plan it. She nodded as I stood. Staring at her perfect lips, I added, Now, Gabi.

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