Instead, I put all my energy into opening my dish and groaning as my stomach growled loudly the second the heavenly scents hit my nose. “God, Goldie.” I swallowed as my mouth watered. “You’re too good to me.”
She blushed again, but settled into her seat, opening her binder and taking all her papers out to spread out at her spot as I dug into her home-cooked meal.
Even with her bakery only having electricity to half of the building, she still managed to make me a delicious meal. Well, me and Rhea.
Unless they made it together at her home?—
God, that was a spiral I couldn’t afford to go down at the moment.
If Rhea spent time alone with Goldie in her home, I was done for. I wouldn’t stand a chance, because even I knew Rhea’s energy screamed sexual chemistry every time she got near our golden-haired hippy baker. She’d have her in bed in no time, and I wouldn’t be able to compete with that, simply because we had different hardware.
I was running out of time to make my move.
“Okay,” Mrs. Deidra said, putting her phone down finally with a huff, “Let’s finalize these last-minute details so we can get out of here before sunrise.”
I glanced at the clock on the wall and could practically feel the weight of every minute standing between me and getting Goldie alone at her bakery later. I had to take it to the next level, before I missed my opportunity.
The two of them across the table started going over plans, talking about sponsorship brackets, funding, and entertainment schedules as I ate my meal in silence. I couldn’t focus onanything they were saying as my exhausted body only wanted to react to one thing—the way Goldie’s perfume lingered in the air after she leaned over the table to hand me a packet of info, and what I wanted to do to her while I drank my fill of that scent from her neck.
“Focus, Brooks.” Rhea whispered, leaning her elbows on the table to take a sip of her coffee. “You’re zoning out.”
I glared at her but didn’t reply as I finished the delicious pot pie Goldie brought me.
The one she made with Rhea.
My mind wandered in no time flat, imagining Goldie in her kitchen, covered in flour, her cute little frilly apron wrapped around her body. She was smiling and laughing as she rolled out the dough for the pot pies, humming to tunes and swaying her hips back and forth to the music. My body hardened, my cock stretching against my jeans painfully as I fought to get control of my body. I was just too damn tired to fight it.
In the next second, I was imagining a set of arms circling Goldie’s waist from behind as she worked, teasing her as she tried to focus. My cock hardened even more imagining how her lush ass would feel as I sandwiched her against her prep table. But the hands that circled her waist weren’t mine, and it wasn’t my lips that whispered something into her ear, making her bite her bottom lip as she shivered involuntarily.
It was Rhea.
I was a spectator, watching on as Rhea untied Goldie’s apron, slipping it off her waist before her hands wandered again, sliding under the hem of that bright yellow top she was wearing.
Goldie moaned, a flush crawling up her neck and cheeks as Rhea kissed her neck from behind, hands rising up under the shirt until she cupped her breasts.
“Jesus, Brooks.” Rhea snapped from next to me with a hiss, and I whipped my head over to her.
But she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at my lap.
“Are you hard right now?” She hissed, finally looking away from my lap to my eyes, and there was a fire in her dark green eyes as she scowled at me. “Get a grip before you do something stupid like come in your jeans in front of a woman old enough to be your grandmother.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look back across the table to whatever spreadsheet the chairwoman was prattling on about, but Goldie’s bright blue eyes, wide with interest and confusion, snagged my gaze on the way and I was lost to her.
Sucked in and unable to look away.
I stared at her as she swallowed, the slender column of her neck tightening with the motion before she sighed silently, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were so big and innocent that part of me felt kind of bad for having such dirty thoughts about her, but the longer I looked into her blue stare, I knew better.
She wasn’t as innocent as people thought.
She repositioned herself in her chair, crossing her legs under the table, and I watched as she tightened her thighs, clenching them together as if she were trying to relieve an ache there that she couldn’t openly touch.
Damn, that made me want her even more.
The chairwoman cleared her throat. “Alright, the teams are confirmed, correct?”
“Correct,” Rhea snapped to attention, “Fire Station has a ten-man roster ready to go.”
