I’m hit by an incredible sugary aroma the moment I step inside.
Damn. What a smell.
My stomach growls as a reminder that I’m running on empty. Just as I was about to eat breakfast, I decided to text Everly and beg for my meal. Since I couldn’t sample her goods first thing this morning, her donuts would be the next best thing. She turned me down at first, stating they didn’t do special orders on Fridays. I promised to make it worth her while. Of course, I got my way.
Once again, the employees are adorned with outfits evocative of a past era. Two women behind the cash registers are wearing pink dresses with matching pink wigs. Everly’s cousin is wearing a loose-fitting suit with a guitar strap around his neck. The fact it’s a play guitar makes this even more comical.
I take in the theme of the day, as ‘Greased Lightning’ comes blaring through the speakers. Customers sing along, shake their hips and even do the hand moves of the iconic musical. Some hardcore customers have gone as far as wearing costumes. Only in LA.
Everly has a winner on her hands.
As the bridge blares through the speakers, a familiar face carrying a tray approaches me. Aline is wearing a black fitted top with a pink flared skirt with the print of a poodle. The chunky heels and tiny white socks add to the effect.
“Ah, bonjour!” she says. “You again. Welcome back to Sugar Glaze Shack.”
“Thank you. Nice outfit. Very fifties,” I wave my finger up and down the length of her body.
She stares up before undressing me with her eyes.
Suddenly, I feel naked.
“Nice. Very nice man.”
All right.
“Well, thank you for the compliment.”
“It had to be said.”
“Good thing it’s off your chest now.”
“Effectivement.” I frown. “Indeed.”
I smile down at her.
“Where’s your boss?” I cut to the chase.
“She asked me to take you to the kitchen. It’s less crowded there. If you’ll follow me.”
I extend my hand, “Lead the way, madame.”
She giggles at my bad French. “That came out sounding like, madman.”
“Sorry, I barely manage with English.”
“It’s okay,” she shrugs. “You have other assets.”
No one can ever accuse her of not speaking her mind.
Aline parts the crowd with each step she takes, almost using her tray as a shield. I’m right behind her. Everly’s cousin looks up as I pass by him. I expect him to say something, but he just gives me an approving nod. What a departure from last week.
Just as we enter the kitchen, the music changes to “You're the one that I want”. I follow Aline down a hallway, passing through a kitchen bustling with activity. It’s quite hilarious to see Everly’s employees singing along to the song.
“Is the boss hiding?” I chuckle.
“We’re nearly there,” Aline tells me and continues to bob her head to the music.
When the bridge hits, I catch sight of a drop dead gorgeous bombshell.
“Everly?” I blink, unable to believe my eyes.
“Tell me about it, hot stud,” she gives me a slow suggestive smile and a seductive pose that could set the entire state of California ablaze.
I swear I’m a breath away from losing control.
For Christ's sake.
My donut dominatrix looks fucking hot.
I mean, good enough to eat right here in the kitchen with an audience.
My eyes sweep up and down the length of her body, taking in how her outrageous outfit accentuates every one of her slender curves. The teasing way she rocks her hips up and down to the beat of the music is pure sin.
Jesus.
You’d never think I came twice in the shower this morning.
I step in front of Aline, zooming my attention to the woman I ravished a few nights ago. “What the hell? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“What are you talking about?” she asks innocently.
That raised eyebrow lets me know she’s fully aware of what she’s doing to me.
“The outfit.”
“Not a good choice?” Her plump mouth painted in red slides into a sly smile.
Oh, my cock is rigid with approval.
I look around, worried my arousal might be obvious. Luckily, her employees have scattered. Even the French girl has disappeared.
Interesting.
I lean into Everly. This close, I inhale her scent. Even though the kitchen permeates with sugary notes, her perfume is very distinct. Very her.
“Fuck, you look hot,” I whisper in her ear.
“So you do like it,” she whispers back.
“That’s putting it mildly. Tell me you’re not going to go out into the shop dressed like this, precious.”
I have no right to be this possessive considering I just met this woman, but I can’t help it. What she’s wearing is incendiary.
Everly looks like someone poured her into a pair of super tight black latex pants. The black top she wears off her shoulders—which is as fitted as those pants, by the way—hugs her like a glove. Her hair frames her face in a cascade of soft curls. The red and purple ends add a flicker of light to her mischievous eyes.
Christ.
My balls are as heavy as one hundred pound dumbbells hanging low in my jeans when my eyes fall to her feet.
Damn.
I’d like to see those red open toe heels dangling from my shoulders.
“No. I was expecting you,” she tells me.
“This is for me?”
“Yeah, hot stud.”
If I don’t grin like a fool.
I’m starting to really like that nickname.
My amusement quickly turns to worry when I remember how she was willing to let me corrupt her a couple nights ago. My eyes shift down to her wrists. Everly is wearing two wide red bangles. No doubt to conceal the signs of our steamy night.
Smart.
“So the employees are part of your seduction plan?”
“They are.”
“Even the cousin?”
“He is.”
“He’s not going to kill me?”
“Not a chance,” she tells me.
“Lucky me.”
“Guess so,” she says. “Back to the outfit.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I was just trying to be helpful,” she taunts with a flirty smile.
“What do you mean?”
“Last night, you said I’d be the star of your dreams––”
“Were you ever.”
“Really?”
There’s that shyness that’s so endearing.
“Really.”
For a few long seconds, we just grin at each other.
“I wanted to give you some material for tonight.”
For tonight? Try for the next year.
I consider her for a few long seconds.
“I’m sorry, but as sexy as the outfit is, it won’t do.”
Confusion paints her beautiful face.
“It won’t?”
“No, precious.” I bring my hand up and drop it against her cheek. She leans into my touch. “You just upped the ante.”
“How so?” she asks in a coquettish voice.
“Turn around,” I tell her.
“Aren’t you going to tell me?”