Whip It Good & Lick The Beater

Cash Can Cook.
Aka: The Naked Baker.
Aka: Me.

Put me in a kitchen, and I forget about the rest of the world.
I can’t help it.
Rolling dough is never this tempting.
Stirring frosting is never purely innocent.
Some people lick the beater. I prefer to make it more interesting.

This isn’t my first time hosting a Valentine’s Day event at a bed & breakfast.
Heck, it isn’t even the first time I walk out of the shower naked…only to smash into a woman who’s “accidentally” in my room.
Usually, she’s naked too. Usually, she’s throwing herself at me—it comes with the job.
This time?
Neither.
She insults me. She storms out. Flips me the middle finger.
And it turns out she doesn’t even know who I am.
Is that what suddenly makes her magnetic, and Impossible to ignore?

Now I’m regretting kicking her out of my room.
So maybe I entice her to my baking lesson.
Maybe I invite her to bake with me.
All harmless fun, right?
Yeah…except this fast, no-strings fling is leaving me wanting way more than I planned.