Free Whetted Appetites by Anastacia Kelley Page B

freaking rules a bit.  He didn’t need to have sex with her to get her off.  He had a mouth and fingers for that.  He would love to tease her for a couple of weeks until she couldn’t stop herself from jumping his bones.  He ached to see how she looked when she came.  Hell, he was tired of waiting.  Today was the day for some kind of pleasure.  Some kind of sexual gratification. 
         He was going to up the ante so to speak.  Tease her and make her wild with need.  Until she begged for him to be inside her.  He wasn’t going to give in no matter how hard it was or how hard he was.  Two could play at this game.  It was like she said.  Waiting made it all the more better. 
         Decision made, he got up and made his bed and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth.  A few minutes later, he went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
         He wondered what Victoria was doing today.  He knew from the sign on the bakery door that she would only be open from ten to five on weekends. 
         After five, he would call her.  She probably would be home a little after. 
         Dalton decided to go for a run in the park, grab a bite to eat then go home and work on his expense report.  That should give Victoria time to get her work done and make it home.
         At twenty after five, he grabbed his phone/address book and thumbed through until he came upon Victoria’s name. 
         He dialed her number and got the machine after three rings.
         “Hello.  You have reached Victoria.  As you can tell, I can’t come to the phone right now.  Please leave your name, number and a brief message and I will return your call.  Thank you.”  Beep.
         Dalton spoke into the receiver.  “Hello, Victoria.  This is Dalton Hughes.  I was wondering------“
         “Hey, Dalton,” came Victoria’s breathless voice.
         Dalton smiled.  “Hey yourself.”
         “You know, I got the strangest call yesterday.  A Mr. Donegan assured me that my supplies would be at my bakery at four.  Sharp.  Mmmm.  I wonder how in the world he accomplished that, given that it’s Saturday and Hughes’ Catering Supplies isn’t open for business on weekends.”
         “I have no earthly idea,” Dalton said in mock surprise.
         Victoria laughed.  Dalton let it wash over him.
         “Thanks, Dalton.  I really do appreciate this,” she said sincerely.
         “No problem.  By the way, if you haven’t had dinner yet, why don’t you let me take you out?”
         “Ummm……”
         “What?”
         “Well, Melissa’s off this weekend.  Now that my supplies have arrived, I can start making my sweets for the Bloomberg’s party.  I’m still a day behind but if I get some of this done at home, I can catch up,” she clarified.
         “I see.  You have a deep passion for cooking.  I can hear it in your voice when you explain what you have to do.  He grinned at the thought of Victoria being powdered head to toe with sugar.  And how he’d like to lick it off.  Slowly.
         Just like that, the light bulb went off in his mind. 
         “Why don’t I come and assist you?  I could be you sous chef.  Before you say no, hear me out.”
         “Okay.”
         “If it wasn’t for my shipping crew, you wouldn’t have to be working in such haste.  Furthermore, I would happy to help.  It will cut down on your time and who knows, I might learn a few things about the confectionary arts.”
         “I’d love the help.”
         But Dalton continued on, talking too fast to hear her answer.  “I won’t be in your way and---“
         “Dalton?”

     “Yes?”
         “I said yes.  I would love for you to help me.”  She snickered.  “I would like teaching you a few things.”  Her voice dropped to a sultry tone.
         “And I’m sure you could.  How about I get there in thirty