Page 33 of Heartbreaker

Ashley: LOL maybe ;) you have to bring your A game.

“No. Jackson and I are so new, I don’t even know what it is yet,” I tell her looking over at the flowers, and my body shivers.

I have no idea who this stalker of mine is, he had finally stopped after six months of sending me thins., I have never to my knowledge come face to face with this person, it was always flowers, chocolates, or other gifts. Nothing threatening or freaky so we ignored it, and it stopped, but now he, and I’m assuming it’s a he, is back. I wonder what his game is this time.

Jackson: I think the nail marks in my shoulders are proof I brought my A game;)

Ashley: Thinking a bit much of yourself, aren’t we?

I look over at Taylor watching me. “Is lover boy missing you?” She smiles as she starts cleaning the display cabinets.

“Looks that way.” I stick my tongue out at her. “I’m going to go make the hen party cake, all the chocolate is made I just need to decorate it now,” I tell her. She knows that my headspace has gone a little fuzzy with the flowers and baking or decorating a cake is normally my way to relax.

“That’s a good idea, make a sexy cake,” Taylor shouts at me, taking my phone out of my apron, I smile at the message from Jackson.

That’s because of you, beautiful.

Putting the phone on the counter I start rolling out the icing, is it silly to think that there is something good happening with Jackson already? I mean we get along so well and I know we are good together.

My phone beeps again, looking down it’s my tattoo artist. I messaged him this morning telling him I wanted another tattoo of some birds flying. I want them on the side of my neck starting at my shoulder or the back of my neck, I might ask Jackson if he likes the idea.

*~*~*

“It smells amazing in here.” I look up at Jackson walking over to me with some beautiful pink roses. “By the looks of it I’m going to have to go to the gym more to keep in shape,” he says, giving me a quick kiss on the mouth.

“The flowers are beautiful.” I smile, washing my hands as they are covered in icing.

“Well, they are for you.” He looks around. “Where are the ones you got this morning?” Jackson asks, as I take the flowers from him.

I fill up a vase up with water. “They were for Taylor, Corey forgot to add a card,” I tell him. Putting the flowers he bought me on the counter, I walk back over the cake which I’ve just placed in a box.

“So, what we been making?” Jackson asks walking up behind me. His hands wrap around my waist, making me feel tiny and vulnerable but in a good way.

Taking the top off the box so that he can see, he jumps back a little then looks at me in astonishment. “Really?” he asks, taking a closer look at it. “Is this my competition?” Jackson moves around to the front of where I’m standing and looks at me, and I can’t help but laugh at him.

The cake I’ve made is for a hen party, and they were very detailed in what they wanted, a cake with a penis. So I made a cake with just the midsection of a man wearing boxers and his dick sticking out. Yes, I’ll admit I made it a little bigger than it needed to be, but come on, Jackson’s was the last one I saw so he was my inspiration. Not that I am going to tell him that though, his ego is healthy enough.

“I know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this big before, but it would be good to have one, wouldn’t it?” I say with a sigh and look at him with the straightest face I can.

Jackson goes to say something but stops himself, then looks back at the cake.

I grab a knife and point it to the middle of the dick on the cake. “This is about the biggest I’ve seen,” I say, and before I can say anything else to him, he speaks.

“No way! I’m bigger than that, I know it, and I can prove it,” he says with a grin. I raise my eyebrow up at him. “Kiss me,” he demands huskily, and I feel my body respond.

“I’m not kissing you,” I tell him, but my voice is a little shaky.

“Kiss me, and I’ll be hard as a rock, and I’ll show you I’m bigger than that.” He points to the cake, he wants to prove a point, a point that he doesn’t need to prove.

“You know I remember now where I saw one this big…”

“Some hard-core, biker ex-boyfriend?” Jackson interrupts me, and I can’t help but smile.

“First of all, I’ve never dated a biker, but there was this guy. He was good-looking, but there was only one problem… I thought he was gay, turns out he’s not.” I smile at Jackson, he walks towards me and I walk back, he doesn’t look too happy.

“You know, that was mean,” he traps me between his arms as my back hits the counter, “and now I should be allowed to get something, like the tease you sent me this morning,” Jackson says bringing his lips closer to mine.

“With Taylor just outside the door?” I ask him. “Just because I think you're big, doesn’t mean she will, which only means one thing,” I whisper and Jackson pulls away so I can tell him. “She will see, and her imagination will take her anywhere. Small, tiny, there is no way you can get an ‘Oh my God' with that, the list can go on, the teasing will never stop,” I say, making Jackson look over at the door.