“Let me see, angel.” I peek over Claud’s shoulder.
“Daddy! You scared me. You can’t creep up on people like that.” She laughs and then goes on to tell me about every piping tool she used to decorate the cake and how she learned to transfer the different frostings to the piping bags. “Can we bake something when I come home from the Hamptons next week? I could teach you a lot, you know.” Her eyes suddenly sparkle with excitement. “Or when you come to the Hamptons to visit, we can all bake together. Uncle Sebby loves raspberries, and you love blueberries, and last week we made berry tarts. I know how to make them, or I can ask Juliette for the recipe, and you can help me read it, or?—”
“Okay, anything you want, Claud.” I don’t like interrupting her, but when she gets excited about something, she can go on forever, concocting a whole bunch of ideas, and we don’t have time to sit here forever.
“Promise?”
“Of course, angel.” I kiss her and tell her it’s time to leave and to say thank you to Juliette for the class.
Jules nonchalantly glances up at me with judging eyes when Claud says goodbye, and not me, but what she doesn’t know is that I’ll be back the second Claud is in Seb’s car.
There is no fucking way we’re ending the conversation like we did.
After waving off Seb, Claud, and a happy, tail-wagging Skye, I’m back watching Juliette’s every move like a lion stalking his lioness.
She is oblivious to my intrusion as she turns up the music and moves around to the sounds of Coldplay’s “Something’s Just Like This” with ease, cleaning up the bakery.
It also gives me time to look around Le Petit Boulanger and take in a piece of Jules. It doesn’t surprise me that the place oozes femininity.
Jules might be a spitfire when I piss her off, but from what I’ve learned in this short amount of time is that she is soft, caring, and does things with a feminine flair.
The way her mom, Inès, spoke and conducted herself, I get the feeling Jules got it from her.
She picks up a drawing one of the kids drew, and from here, I have no freaking clue what it is, but she chuckles, folding it nicely, and stores it in her bag.
When she turns and lifts her head, she gasps loudly, throwing her hand to her chest. “Harrison! What the freaking hell?”
“You’re lucky it was me and not some serial killer. I’ve been watching you for a good five minutes without you noticing. You need to be more aware of your surroundings.” I don’t know why I say it. I already know she’s going to lose it on me.
She takes a deep breath through her nose and points toward the door. “Get out.”
“Juliette.”
“No. Better yet,Harry, why don’t you go spend time with Rach.”
I bite my lip to hide a smile. There she is—my beautiful, jealous girl.
Whereas this would turn off most guys, it’s the complete opposite for me. Something deep inside me gets joy from knowing she wants me and needs to take possession over me as I do her.
Not forever.
Thinking that makes my stomach turn with disgust. Jules deserves more from me…she deserves forever. But I’m a selfish bastard who wants her, even if I can’t give her forever.
I prowl toward her, and she backs up. “Don’t give me that look, Harrison.”
“What look, baby?”
She narrows her eyes. “TheI’m going to pounce and take what I want look.”
“You’re mistaken.” I take a step closer, and when I realize she’s trapped and can’t move, my body rejoices at my triumph.
Once I’m close enough, she’ll soften and melt into my touch.
“Harrison,” her husky voice quietly slips through her lips, and I need to ignore my body’s reaction for now.
The second her voice lowers to that sexy husk, my dick jumps in excitement.
Every. Single. Time.
