I devour my food and sip my champagne, feeling giddy from the bubbles…and the fact that Camden has gone out of his way to plan an extravagant dinner for us.
It’s all for show. To sell us as a couple to the public. It doesn’t mean anything.
After the server clears our plates and refills our champagne glasses, he brings out a small, two-tiered cake covered in white frosting and fresh berries, and sets it on the table between us.
“This was prepared by Chef Grant’s brother, Tyler Grant. You may know him as The Sandwich Guy on social media,” the server says.
I gasp. “Are you serious? I love him!”
I catch Camden grinning at me.
“It’s his signature wedding cake, baked with your dietary requirements in mind, as ensured by your husband,” the server explains. “Almond flour and coconut cream, garnished with fresh raspberry preserves. No wheat or gluten or dairy.”
I look over at Camden, heartened by how he went out of his way to make sure this cake was perfect for me.
My mouth waters as I dig my fork into it and take a bite. My eyes roll back at the flavor, and I moan. It’s somehow light and sweet and rich all at once.
Camden chuckles. “Didn’t want to waste any time cutting it, huh?”
“Oh shoot, we should have cut it together.”
He just shakes his head, holding my gaze. His deep blue eyes flicker. “No, I like this better. I like watching you enjoy yourself.”
I let out a flustered chuckle at how hard he’s staring at me. “I don’t get to eat cake very much because of my allergies. I guess I got a little excited.”
“Good. I like seeing you happy. Have more.”
There’s an edge of bossiness to his tone that makes me shiver. I have another bite, trying to ignore that giddy feeling swooping through me.
I dig my fork into the cake and reach it out to him.
“You try it now,” I say in a soft voice.
Camden’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as he leans forward, opens his mouth, and eats the bite of cake.
His thick lips press together as he slowly chews. “Really damn good,” he says in a low, satisfied voice.
Goosebumps fly across my skin at how sexy his voice sounds. And the way he’s looking at me…like I’m something to eat. Like I’m the bite he’s craving.
I swallow hard, feeling warm all of a sudden. Heat dances across my skin. I feel hot and tingly, and my head is light. Almost dizzy, but in a good way.
I had no idea sharing cake could be so sexy.
A second later, I hear whispers around us. I look around and notice a handful of tables watching us. Some are taking photos.
And that’s when my brain catches up. Camden is just putting on a good show for our onlookers.
He’s supposed to look like he’s hungry for me. I’m his wife. But I know better.
I shove those giddy feelings aside as we indulge in a few more bites of cake. The server packs up the leftovers in a pretty white box for us to take home. After Camden takes care of the bill, we walk out of the restaurant and head for his car.
He drives us to his place. When he pulls into the garage, he takes the cake box from me. I climb out of his car and follow him inside. I moved out of my apartment yesterday and into Camden’s place, into the guest bedroom down the hall from his master bedroom.
Camden turns to me. “So, um, I should probably head to bed. I’ve got training in the morning.”
“Yeah, of course.” I smile, hoping I don’t look as flustered as I feel. “Thank you for dinner. And for that cake.”
“It was my pleasure.” He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck.
