Koda never shuts up about guys in sweatpants, and I’ve always thought it was stupid.
Who gives a shit about sweatpants?
Me, apparently.
I think I have a fever.
I force the thoughts out of my head. I need to stop thinking about the other night. “Aiden, are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m fine.” The bell chimes, thankfully distracting us from this conversation. “I thought you were closed?”
“I am, and there are only two other people who have a key. So, since I know where the other one is, that means it’s?—”
“Hello, bitches!” A female voice floats through the bakery.
“My sister.” Sawyer smiles tightly. She calls out to him, speaking in Thai, and he laughs, saying something back I can’t understand. He’s shaking his head as she whirls around the corner and stops speaking when she sees me. “Oh. Hello.” She looks me up and down. “Please tell me I’m interrupting something.” She winks.
“Aiden, this is Satan. Satan, this is myemployee, Aiden.”
“Oh. Nice.” She slinks like a cat into the kitchen. “Nice to meet you, Aiden. What are we working on?” I’ve already met her, but unlike her brother, it seems she doesn’t remember me.
“The menu for the Valentine’s event.”
“Oh! I’m so proud of you.” She loops her arms around his neck, strangling him and giving him a kiss on the side of his head that he immediately wipes off.
“If you don’t make eye contact, sometimes she’ll go away,” he says to me, laughing when she pushes him. “Why are you here anyway?”
“One of my clients is having an opening next month and I wanted to know if you’d make some cupcakes for her showing.” Sawyer picks up the form with wide eyes. “Yeah, that’s right, and if you need more money, just ask. Rich people will pay whatever you need.”
“No, this is um... this is enough.” Sawyer pins the order form up on the bulletin board he has. “I’ll start planning tomorrow.”
“No rush. I’m going home for a week, but I’ll be back for the event. Do you need anything from me before I leave?”
“No, that’s it. Thank you.”
“Well...” She looks between us. “Have fun with your hot new employee.”
“He’s not hot... I mean he’s. . . Not that you aren’t...” He snaps his mouth shut. “Bye, Janey.”
“Isn’t he cute all flustered?” She winks at me. “Have fun, boys. Don’t let him ride you too hard, Aiden.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sawyer groans into his hands. “I’m sorry about her.” He looks up at the clock then goes back to his notebook, and I smile thinking about Jane’s words and the red crawling up his face.
“You don’t think I’m hot?” I look up and smirk before wiping it away. “Not even a little cute?”
The laugh that spills from his lips pulls a smile out of me before I can stop it. Sawyer rests his chin on his hands with his elbows on the stainless steel counter. “I think you’re trouble, Aiden.” He presses his tongue against his cheek. “Definitely trouble.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
AIDEN
Why is it so dark?
I check the time on my phone. I’m a little early, but normally Sawyer’s down here by now. The last time I helped, luckily he was too busy and for the most part stayed away from me while we worked.
There’s also been the buffer of his insane friends.
Which is good, because every time we’re alone that heat simmers in my stomach and makes me queasy. It’s hard to remember this isn’t even a real job. I have something else I need to do.
