I shouldn’t be watching her, not like this, and definitely not staring.
Iknowthat.
But fuck if I can stop.
I enjoy every second of it. It’s clear she’s not a baker. And she wasn’t watching me the entire time either.
Both things intrigue me. To the point I say the words I swore I never would.
“Shay, come up here.”
Her head snaps up, and her gorgeous eyes meet mine. “Who? Me?”
“Yes.” I step aside, making room. “Bake with me.”
A murmur runs through the group because Cash Can Cook doesn’t ask a woman to bake with him.
Not ever.
Not once.
But for whatever reason, I can’t stop myself.
She hesitates, then walks toward the counter.
Chapter Six
CASH
SHE STOPS BESIDE me, and my thoughts scatter.
This is a mistake.
This isn’t how I conduct my classes.
Focus.
“Lose the spoon.” My voice comes out gruffer than I intend.
She does.
The metal clinks against the ceramic counter.
“Put them in.”
