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One quick shift and then ho-ray
Vivian was beat It had taken her forever to get hoht thanks to a botched fondant on a retirement cake At least she'd been able to fix it and finally leave Divine Twins By then though, it wassuspicion that so her The discovery of another envelope stuck in the door confirmed her worst suspicion and had sent that now-fa She'd grabbed it from the door, only to fumble her keys and drop them When she'd finally looked up, she'd seen him
Shadow Man Her strange guardian angel who always see work in one of the ancient, beautifully designed buildings across the street whenever she was showing up to her bakery When he was out, no strangers hung around She never felt nervous around hi her under the umbrella of his own fuck-off attitude
The guy stuck to the solitude and anony the still-dark hours of theHe was the only man who could send an electric shiver over her skin with just a flick of his eyes It wouldn't have mattered if there were ten streets between them, the base carnality that seeped from his skin would still set her on fire She refused to let him see how much he affected her, so she'd waved like always and hurried off
It was stupid to ad the sheets of her bed while drea her clit, his breath hot against her thighs, kept her froht stand, but none of the release
So far, thishadn’t been much better Throw in Yvette's continued illness, Lisa's running late due to a ether her sanity Then the coffee had run out and she'd finally had a break and for so for her upon her arrival
"Excuse me–?"
Vivian jerked at the question, scattering coffee grounds across the counter Perfect Breathe, she reet to you There are customers to help A sneaky part of her added, Customers with sexy Irish accents
“Sorry,” the man said “I didn’t mean to scare you”
The rough, deep voice tugged low in her belly She ignored the mess and looked over her shoulder with a cheery, albeit fake, grin in place "Not a problem," she promised “How can I help y-?" Her voice trailed off when she ister
Speak of the devil and he shall be summoned Shadow Man
She’d never seen him clearly before She’d si size She’d spentwhat he actually looked like, what the blackness of the shadows hid from her Now she knew
Her ht of hie of a pompadour, a bastardization of a ht black t-shirt under a worn black leather jacket showed a chiseled physique, one cut fro fro down to a pair of worn black shitkickers He wasn’t beautiful His jaas too square, nose too straight, lips too strong, and shoulders far, far too broad to fit that word
No, definitely not beautiful Powerful Primeval A man as probably only a step more advanced than ancient warriors ere as likely to kill as to claim a prize
His eyes searched her face, their intensity sending a lance of heat through her Just a look left her wet and shifting aardly behind the counter She hadn’t reacted this strongly to a man inwell, in forever And in this close of proxioner for sure