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

strike.
    “Apology… accepted.”
    I bend down and grab the cake. As much as I don’t want to give it to him for giving a shitty apology, I have no choice. I put the cake on the counter and I push it towards him. He takes it and inspects it. Jeez, can you make it more obvious please! It’s not like I’m here or anything.
    “I just want to make sure. That’s all.” He winks at me, making me angrier.
    Did he just inspect the cake because of me or because he’s afraid I put something in it? He really is a pain the ass. He looks at me for a last time and smirks like nothing is wrong, like everything is perfectly fine and in these fifteen minutes we did not just kill each other with our eyes. He takes the cake and starts walking out. Before he exits the store he turns around and smiles at me. My heart almost jumps from my mouth when I see his straight white teeth. I see him walking away holding the fudge cake carefully in his hands. The bastard smiled at me. Who would have thought his smile would be so contagious? After he disappears from the sight I turn around and start walking back to the kitchen trying to forget his beautiful smile. 
     
    Chapter 2
    The next day I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, grumpy as can be. Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about hazel eyes. His gorgeous face and the beautiful smile has somehow, got right under my skin. Never in my entire life have I met someone like him; carefree, rude yet completely irresistible.              
    “Get up sleepy head.” My brother says as he enters my room.
    “Have you heard about knocking?” I ask annoyed.
    He rolls his eyes at me in a completely not caring way.  
    “I have to take mom shopping. Do you need anything?”                                                                      
    “No I’m good.”                                                                                                                                              
    “Okay. See ya.”
    He slams the door so hard, that the window rattles . I hate when he does it. I tell him every time to not slam the door, but will he listen? No. But of course no one listens to me; it’s like talking to a brick wall. I get up from my bed and unplug my phone; it’s fully charged. I unlock the screen when a message comes in. It’s my best friend Laila:                                                                         
     
    We’re going clubbing tonight. XOXO
     
    She always does this to me when Friday kicks in. She knows how to have a good time and sometimes I envy her. I desperately want to fit in her party bubble but I just can’t. It’s not because I don’t like parties, it’s because I don’t like to party twenty-four/seven. I begin typing the answer knowing how much she would not appreciate it. I’ve been turning her down for almost a week now.
    Sorry, can’t g o. X
     
    I hit the send button and I put the phone back onto the bedside table. I head over to my closet, trying hard to ignore the thoughts that are bombarding my mind.
    Why am I still thinking about him?
    I should hate him for being a jerk but no, instead I’m having all of these hot, steamy, sexual fantasies about him.
    Why can’t he just leave me alone?
    I open the closet and I stare at it. Today the sun is out and by the look of it; it’s going to be another hot day. It’s mid August and the weather is perfect. This is a first since at this time Toronto is usually flooding under the stormy weather. Canada is famous for its bipolar weather, it’s in great competition with the UK.  I grab my work uniform and put it in the bag. The first day I started working at Delicious bakery Nela gave me my uniform, a pair of black