Cooper McKenzie by Two Sirs for Sasha

Author:Two Sirs for Sasha
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-10-11T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

By Monday afternoon, Sasha had almost convinced herself that Friday night’s encounter with Gavin and Peyton had been just a pleasant step out onto the wild side. Something she could dream about later in life when she was lonely and sexually frustrated.

Saturday she had earned her father’s ire by sleeping late and not reporting to work until nearly noon. When she then told him she was too busy working on the Saturday evening catering order for Club Esoteria to help him finish an order of a hundred and fifty cupcakes for a birthday party, he grew sullen and nitpicky to the nth degree.

Sunday was supposed to be their day off, but at the last minute Saturday evening, her father decided she needed to help him clean the shop from top to bottom, which took the two of them all day and most of the evening.

Since neither Peyton nor Gavin called, Sasha’s conviction she was just a convenient one-night stand solidified.

By Monday afternoon, her father’s continued overly critical moodiness had become unbearable. Everything she had done was wrong, from mixing the bread dough to timing the cookies so they were golden but not too brown.

Finally, Sasha reached her limit. When her father turned his back to answer the phone, she slipped out the back door and walked the perimeter of the parking lot trying to relax. At the far side of the small lot, she stopped with several perfectly positioned bushes and a large SUV hiding her from the bakery’s back door.

Shoving her knuckles into her mouth, she bent at the waist and screamed.

“That is not a happy sound. Are you okay?” a familiar deep voice asked from right behind her.

Straightening so fast it took a few seconds to find her equilibrium, Sasha slowly turned to find Peyton standing just a few feet away. He looked droolworthy, wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a white T-shirt advertising a local baseball team. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight. When he stepped closer, a hint of the same spicy masculine cologne he had worn Friday night wrapped around her.

By comparison, she felt rumpled and dowdy in her bakery shop polo shirt and black jeans that had smudges of food and flour covering them.

“What are you doing here?” She flinched at her sharp tone, but Peyton did not comment on her lack of proper respect.

“I wondered if you would like to go fishing with me,” he said. Sliding his hands in his pockets, he looked much more innocent than she knew he was.

“Fishing? With you? Why?”

Was he using some kind of code? Did fishing mean going back to the club and being punished for leaving Friday night without permission or telling anyone?

“Yes, fishing. I like to fish and thought you might like to drown some worms with me.”

“Um.” She looked down at her clothes and brushed at the flour that streaked her right thigh. “I need to clock out and change my clothes.”

“That’s fine. I’ll wait.” He took her right hand as they walked across the parking lot.

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