It Was All the Pie's Fault by Elizabeth SaFleur

Author:Elizabeth SaFleur [SaFleur, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth SaFleur LLC

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Nick threw himself across her bed, instantly making her queen-size bed appear child-size. “Okay, show me what you got.”

She knew where this closet visit was headed. “First, you have to take an oath to not laugh. No acting like Simon Cowell on a bad day.”

“Oh, I’m going to be judging. You’re going to give me a fashion show so we can see what we’re keeping and what we’re tossing.” He toed off his expensive shoes and plopped himself on her bed again. This man dropped his clothes with ease, didn’t he?

He really was a large man—and he was on her bed. She pulled her top from her clammy chest. It was hot in here.

“Chloe. Trust me.” He then propped his head on his hand and pulled her penguin plush pillow to his chest.

It was hard to trust a guy who hugged a plushie. “For the record, not wearing an eff me outfit.”

His face broke into a huge grin. “Oh, yes, you are. To Friday’s wine and cheese where I’ll make all my colleagues jealous with your bodalicious body.”

She snorted. “Sure. So bodalicious.”

“Sweetheart, you have a body that men only dream about.”

“Liar.” But she liked that his charming side was back. “No touching. No smutty times, remember?”

“No physical sex.”

“Is there any other kind?”

His characteristic smirk was back. “Oh, yes. In my mind.”

“Stop it. Stop it right now.” She shook her finger at him and his eyes fired—playfully. There was going to be no playing here, Mister. “I belong to Russell and you cannot…” she spluttered.

“Relax. I’m only messing with you. Look…” He eased down to the end of the bed and sat upright before her. “You got the hot saint thing down. Now, you got to throw in some seasoning like… whatever you put in your pies… cinnamon and stuff…” He waved his hand.

She grasped his fingers. Oh, strong. Even his hands were solid. “Cinnamon and… stuff?” She swallowed and let go of him.

“Yeah, the sinner angle. What are the equivalents of sinner ingredients?” He eased back onto his elbows looking far, far too comfortable lazing on a comforter dotted with daisies.

“No such thing. It’s all good.”

He snapped his fingers. “There, you made my point. Bring out both sides of yourself because both are good. Now, since you’ll mostly be seeing Russell at work, show me your fanciest work clothes.”

She dropped her chin and peered over her nose at him. Fanciest? Did he not see her six-year-old students? He could not expect a Badgley Mischka cocktail dress to leap off her hangers. “These.” She turned to her closet and pulled out the blouse and black skirt she’d worn at Peppermint Sweet.

“Oh, yes, the first date black skirt.” He rolled his eyes.

“I almost wore these.” She brought out her nicest khakis.

“Tell me you would not wear khakis on a date.” The man actually groaned. “Those pants are for people who work behind rental car counters. I don’t ever want to see another beige thing on you.”

Had he never looked around his office? “Tell that to your firm’s admirers.

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