Free Delicious (The Delicious Series) by Dora Sky Page A

out exactly like I didn’t want to. Shaky. He looks at me and starts examining every inch of my face. Okay, now he looks like a total creep. “Sir if you want to make a complain please write a letter and put it in the complain box. Thank you.”  His hazel eyes look at me like they want to eat me alive.
    “Is that right? Since I don’t have a pen and paper you ar e going to be the one that will deliver the message for me.” I look at him completely shocked. Why do you have to be so gorgeous and rude? This way it’s extremely hard for me to know what your intensions are. “I don’t think that would be possible. If you want to complain, be my guest.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes. His facial expression it’s still angry. He takes a harsh deep breath and just like that my heart starts racing in double beats. What is it about this man that is making my skin prickle...?   
    “I don’t want to argue with you. I just want my order.”                                                                    
    “What’s your order?” I ask calmly. There’s no need to be mad at him. He’s a costumer that is probably having a rough day, a very bad one by the looks of it. He takes the receipt out of his pocket and throws it on the counter for me to take it. Even though I’m being nice he isn’t changing his attitude. Jerk! I grab the receipt and look at it.                                                                      
    Holy shit, he’ s ordered a fudge cake! My heart drops on the floor and I can’t seem to pick it up anymore. My hands start shaking and cold sweats start to run down my forehead. My imagination starts going bananas as soon as I see the fudge cake. All of my brain cells are fried. I head into the kitchen, in search of a fudge cake within the refrigerator . I look at it like it’s holding a secret that wants to be unleashed. 
    What is your purpose?
    There is no answer except only for a long pause. Fine then, don’t tell me. I’ll ask him myself. I start heading to the counter where the bad boy is waiting. When I arrive he is talking on his phone. His back is turned to me and he is looking outside the big window. I can’t hear what he is saying but I can see his shoulders are getting tense. I decide to busy myself with something else because staring at his back won’t pay the bills. I grab the wet towel and start cleaning the counter. I wonder to whom he is talking; maybe it’s the lucky girl who’s going to get fudged by him. Lucky, lucky girl! Why can’t this one come to me?
    “Alright, where is my order?”
    I finish cleaning the last part of the counter and throw the towel back to where I found it. When I look up at him he is looking at me like a predator that is ready to strike. I pull my guard out preparing myself for whatever is coming.
    “Your order is right here.”
    Well, it’s not quite here. It’s under the counter. He looks down but when he sees there is nothing, he turns his hazel eyes back at me.
    “Where did you put my cake?” He asks annoyed.
    I start playing with my hair enjoying this little show. He however, is not enjoying this at all. I wonder why he is in such a rush to get to his destination. I don’t mind him sticking around; he is quite charming and sexy.
    “If you want the cake then you must apologize. You were mean to me.” I ask in a very lady like way.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
    “Who the hell hired you? I should write a complaint about you.”
    “Really, it’s up to you. If you want the fudge cake you must apologize first.”
    He throws his hands in the air and shakes his head. Even when he is mad, he still looks so damn sexy.
    “I’m sorry whatever your name is. Just give me my cake.”
    I look at him and shake my head in a no-no-no way. He raises an eyebrow waiting for me to