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  This one is for the fans. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Chapter 1

  “Jenny, there’s someone in the front. Take care of it, would you?” My boss Nela yells from the kitchen. Nela is baking a new order of pastries and at the moment is too caught up in the routine. She is good at baking; she enjoys it a lot so lately she has been keeping busy baking pastries. I don’t blame her; everyone loves sweets especially the home made ones. She makes them in a way that once you take a bite, you would want more. The Delicious bakery is known for its merits and has the best reputation in the Greater Toronto Area. Everybody comes here to buy sweets especially the chocolate fudge. The way Nela makes it; it’s not only delicious but mouth watering. I don’t know what she puts in it but once you take a bite, you will always want more. The fudge apparently is a strong weapon if you want to spice things up in the bedroom. If you ask me how I know about it I’ll tell you... I read this article on the Cosmopolitan the other day talking about how to spice up your sex life. As I was reading through it my eyes widened when the fudge cake was brought up. Apparently the fudge spices up things in the bedroom and it makes the guys lose control. I don’t know what to make of it since I’ve never used fudge in the bedroom. It’s been quite some time since I had sex and when I did, we never used fudge cake during the process. Thank God we didn’t because when I think about my ex; I want to strangle him to death. He was bad at sex and a qualified jerk. Now back to the fudge cake. Can you imagine fudgeing with a sexy guy in bed? Swoon!

  I exit the kitchen and start walking towards the main counter. Today is quiet compared to the other days but I’m glad because since I started working here two weeks ago, all I seem to be doing is running up and down the stairs like a headless chicken. Last time I went to gym with Laila she took me against my will and threaded to never talk to me again. She is my best friend; I can’t stay a day without talking to her. That’s how she manipulated me by falling into her trap. She is evil! I start running on the treadmill like a mad woman. I start pressing buttons to go faster and as I accelerated my legs started losing control the faster I went. Let me tell you that didn’t go very well because I lost balance and fell off the treadmill right on my ass. Really, who does that? When I got up on my feet I see a sexy guy looking at me and smiling. Smiling! I felt so embarrassed that I started running far away from him as fast as I could. Since then, I haven’t stepped a foot there again and Laila never brought up the subject for discussion.

  “Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting here for almost five minutes. Move it, I don’t have all day.” A harsh male voice yells at me. I look up to see who dared to talk to me like that. This guy is not just sexy, he’s breathtaking. His dirty blonde hair is messy in the front like he just woken up and didn’t bother to glance in the mirror. The black leather jacket and the blue ripped jeans fit his model body perfectly. He is probably six foot three with the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. Why the sexiest ones are always jerks? Why can’t they be nicer? It’s my first time seeing him in here. How could I have missed him? Where have I been when he was around? Ugh. He is so hot, I think I am going to faint by just staring into his eyes. “Can I help you?” My voice comes out exactly like I didn’t want to. Shaky. He looks at me and starts examining every inch of my face. Okay, now he looks like a total creep. “Sir if you want to make a complain please write a letter and put it in the complain box. Thank you.” His hazel eyes look at me like they want to eat me alive.

  “Is that right? Since I don’t have a pen and paper you are going to be the one that will deliver the message for me.” I look at him completely shocked. Why do you have to be so gorgeous and rude? This way it’s extremely hard for me to know what your intensions are. “I don’t think that would be possible. If you want to complain, be my guest.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes. His facial expression it’s still angry. He takes a harsh deep breath and just like that my heart starts racing in double beats. What is it about this man that is making my skin prickle...?

  “I don’t want to argue with you. I just want my order.”

  “What’s your order?” I ask calmly. There’s no need to be mad at him. He’s a costumer that is probably having a rough day, a very bad one by the looks of it. He takes the receipt out of his pocket and throws it on the counter for me to take it. Even though I’m being nice he isn’t changing his attitude. Jerk! I grab the receipt and look at it.

  Holy shit, he’s ordered a fudge cake! My heart drops on the floor and I can’t seem to pick it up anymore. My hands start shaking and cold sweats start to run down my forehead. My imagination starts going bananas as soon as I see the fudge cake. All of my brain cells are fried. I head into the kitchen, in search of a fudge cake within the refrigerator. I look at it like it’s holding a secret that wants to be unleashed.

  What is your purpose?

  There is no answer except only for a long pause. Fine then, don’t tell me. I’ll ask him myself. I start heading to the counter where the bad boy is waiting. When I arrive he is talking on his phone. His back is turned to me and he is looking outside the big window. I can’t hear what he is saying but I can see his shoulders are getting tense. I decide to busy myself with something else because staring at his back won’t pay the bills. I grab the wet towel and start cleaning the counter. I wonder to whom he is talking; maybe it’s the lucky girl who’s going to get fudged by him. Lucky, lucky girl! Why can’t this one come to me?

  “Alright, where is my order?”

  I finish cleaning the last part of the counter and throw the towel back to where I found it. When I look up at him he is looking at me like a predator that is ready to strike. I pull my guard out preparing myself for whatever is coming.

  “Your order is right here.”

  Well, it’s not quite here. It’s under the counter. He looks down but when he sees there is nothing, he turns his hazel eyes back at me.

  “Where did you put my cake?” He asks annoyed.

  I start playing with my hair enjoying this little show. He however, is not enjoying this at all. I wonder why he is in such a rush to get to his destination. I don’t mind him sticking around; he is quite charming and sexy.

  “If you want the cake then you must apologize. You were mean to me.” I ask in a very lady like way.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

  “Who the hell hired you? I should write a complaint about you.”

  “Really, it’s up to you. If you want the fudge cake you must apologize first.”

  He throws his hands in the air and shakes his head. Even when he is mad, he still looks so damn sexy.

  “I’m sorry whatever your name is. Just give me my cake.”

  I look at him and shake my head in a no-no-no way. He raises an eyebrow waiting for me to strike.

  “Apology… accepted.”

  I bend down and grab the cake. As much as I don’t want to give it to him for giving a shitty apology, I have no choice. I put the cake on the counter and I push it towards him. He takes it and inspects it. Jeez, can you make it more obvious please! It’s not like I’m here or anything.

  “I just want to make sure. That’s all.” He winks at me, making me angrier.

  Did he just inspect the cake because of me or because he’s afraid I put something in it? He really is a pain the ass. He looks at me for a last time and smirks like nothing is wrong, like everything is perfectly fine and in these fifteen minutes we did not just kill each other with our eyes. He takes the cake and starts walking out. Before he exits the store he turns around and smiles at me. My heart almost jumps from my mouth when I see his straight white teeth. I see him walking away holding the fudge
cake carefully in his hands. The bastard smiled at me. Who would have thought his smile would be so contagious? After he disappears from the sight I turn around and start walking back to the kitchen trying to forget his beautiful smile.

  Chapter 2

  The next day I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, grumpy as can be. Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about hazel eyes. His gorgeous face and the beautiful smile has somehow, got right under my skin. Never in my entire life have I met someone like him; carefree, rude yet completely irresistible.

  “Get up sleepy head.” My brother says as he enters my room.

  “Have you heard about knocking?” I ask annoyed.

  He rolls his eyes at me in a completely not caring way.

  “I have to take mom shopping. Do you need anything?”

  “No I’m good.”

  “Okay. See ya.”

  He slams the door so hard, that the window rattles. I hate when he does it. I tell him every time to not slam the door, but will he listen? No. But of course no one listens to me; it’s like talking to a brick wall. I get up from my bed and unplug my phone; it’s fully charged. I unlock the screen when a message comes in. It’s my best friend Laila:

  We’re going clubbing tonight. XOXO

  She always does this to me when Friday kicks in. She knows how to have a good time and sometimes I envy her. I desperately want to fit in her party bubble but I just can’t. It’s not because I don’t like parties, it’s because I don’t like to party twenty-four/seven. I begin typing the answer knowing how much she would not appreciate it. I’ve been turning her down for almost a week now.

  Sorry, can’t go. X

  I hit the send button and I put the phone back onto the bedside table. I head over to my closet, trying hard to ignore the thoughts that are bombarding my mind.

  Why am I still thinking about him?

  I should hate him for being a jerk but no, instead I’m having all of these hot, steamy, sexual fantasies about him.

  Why can’t he just leave me alone?

  I open the closet and I stare at it. Today the sun is out and by the look of it; it’s going to be another hot day. It’s mid August and the weather is perfect. This is a first since at this time Toronto is usually flooding under the stormy weather. Canada is famous for its bipolar weather, it’s in great competition with the UK. I grab my work uniform and put it in the bag. The first day I started working at Delicious bakery Nela gave me my uniform, a pair of black pants which fit me perfectly and a white oversized t-shirt that says Delicious in the front with big bold letters. Most of the times I like to wear it so I don’t have to change once I get at work. Today however I don’t feel wearing it because I have something else in mind. I grab my favourite flounce skirt and my Jim Morrison t-shirt. I mean there is nothing wrong dressing up even though I’m heading to work. There is nothing wrong with dressing up especially when you have the highest of hopes of seeing that someone show up when you aren’t expecting it... But I’m ready, I’m prepared.

  You might call me delusional but deep down I really want to see hazel eyes. He’s just so delicious! After I dress up I start doing my makeup. I apply a light line of eyeliner on the top and bottom of my lids and compliment it with a shimming shade of pink lip gloss. I slip on my VS summer model flip flops and grab the bag from the bed. I take a final look in the mirror, making sure everything is in order. My long strawberry blonde hair today is behaving which is kind of weird since it never does. It must the hazel eyes effect.

  You, my sweet, attractive costumer, are in deep, deep trouble...

  Nela yells to me from the kitchen when I enter in the shop.

  “Hey you’re five minutes early.”

  “What can I say, I love my job...” I reply as I put the bag under the counter. I grab the bag that holds the uniform and put it on top of the counter.

  That’s my hiding spot and since no one uses it I take advantage of it. I take a deep breath and look around the shop. It’s empty, which is kind of surprising. Maybe in an hour or two it’s going to fill up. It’s the fudge effect and everyone seems to show up around the same time. I start walking to the kitchen holding the bag in my arms. When I enter I see my boss looking at new orders.

  “New orders eh?”

  She looks up at me and smiles,

  “Oh yeah. More than last week.”

  I told you, it’s the fudge effect! I grab the apron from the table and I start heading to the washroom where I can change.

  “Jenny someone brought this letter for you. He didn’t tell me his name though.”

  I stop immediately and I turn around to face my boss. Who would send me a letter? The last boyfriend I had, I kicked him to the curb so hard I don’t think he’s coming back anytime soon. Correction, anymore! She holds the letter in her hands and I study it trying to understand who it might be. Perhaps it’s a prank or perhaps not. As curiosity wins over I take the letter from Nela’s hand and I start walking to my destination.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  There is no name or an address; it’s just a white envelope with nothing written on it. Weird! As I walk I start ripping the sides. I take out the letter and I start reading it.

  Next time when I tell you to do something, you do it. And be careful with your dirty mouth, it can get you in deep trouble ;)

  My heart starts beating so fast I think I’m going to have a heart attack. I don’t have to guess who it is, I already know it. I re-read it repeatedly just because reading those words it’s making my skin prickle. No one has ever accused me of having a dirty mouth. I must admit it; it’s kind of sexy hearing it from someone else especially from hazel eyes. I hope he shows up today so I can show him some more of my dirty mouth. I fold the letter and put it back in the envelope. After I exit from the washroom I start walking to the counter. I put the letter safely in the bag feeling somewhat girly girl by his words. Hazel eyes is making me wanting him more than I already do. He is one sexy tiger that I can’t seem to forget! A customer enters in the store and I stop day dreaming right away. I start focusing on doing my job properly instead of getting turned on by his words.

  Okay Jenny, let’s sell some fudge cakes!

  Chapter 3

  “Jenny, get ready. I’m picking you up in ten minutes.” Laila yells down at the phone. This time she won’t let me get my way. She wants me to go clubbing with her even though she has three other girls going already.

  “Can’t you just go with your Barbies?”

  I just want to stay home tonight and watch an action movie. I’m not feeling the clubbing vibe at all, not that I ever do anyways. The only time I will be willing to go is when Jacob Black turns human.

  “No! You’re coming with us. This time I won’t let you bail.” She’s determined not to back down this time and whatever I do, I know she won’t give up.

  “Laila, seriously you are a pain in the ass sometimes.”

  She starts laughing and I start to laugh with her. She’s one of those people who have a very contagious laugh. Once she starts she’s able to make everybody laugh with her. “So that is why we are BFF’s. Now, get your fat ass up and start getting dressed. I’ll be there in ten.” She hangs up without waiting for my answer. Tonight she’s on a mission and there’s nothing that can hold her down. We’re both enjoying the single life but Laila enjoys it far more than I do. I prefer to keep quiet and mostly to myself preferably getting lost into a good book and forget about real life problems. Maybe tonight will be a little different and I do enjoy myself with a group of gossiping girlfriends. Yeah, that’s what I would do. I’m going to have a good time and forget about everything, including hazel eyes.

  I’ve decided to go over the top tonight. I slip on the red ruffle bra dress. I’ve never had a chance to wear it so tonight is the night for it to shine. I braid my hair to the side and I straight my bangs. After, I apply foundation and the blackest eye shadow. I glance in the mirror and smile. I look completely different. I almost l
ook unrecognizable from the girl I’m used to seeing in the morning. The heavy makeup and the low cut dress make me look twenty-five, at least! This new outfit is working wonders to my advantage, especially if we decide to go to a twenty-one plus club. I hope this time, she likes it and we manage to have a good time. To make things easier I’ll find a sexy guy for her and she will fall for him right away and that way we will be able to enjoy the night. Mission accomplished! As I slip on the white lacy sandals the phone starts ringing. I open the clutch bag and take the phone out. Of course it’s Laila and she is right on time! What else is new? “Let’s go bitch. We have a long night ahead of us.”

  I roll my eyes as I picture the evening how it will be.

  “Be there soon and don’t do donuts in the grass. Last time I got yelled because of it, not you so, behave.”

  Laila parks the car close to the curb. Throughout the ride down town we didn’t know which club to go to until I suggested one, since we haven’t been at Virgin Mobile Mod Club, we decide to give it a shot. We strut our stuff to the club hoping we can get in before twelve since we don’t have to pay a dime. When we arrive at the front door we show the ID’s at the bouncer. He lets us in one by one. After we enter Laila takes my hand and starts dragging me to the bar. The loud music is killing my ears and I regret for letting her putting me into this. This was a very bad idea. I should have stayed home and read Fifty Shades of Grey. Christian Grey and his kinky fuckery would have been a better company. Why can’t I find someone like that? Sometimes it’s better to live inside a fictional world, than a real one. At least the guys there can give you whatever your heart desires. When we stop at the bar Laila orders two shots of tequila. The bartender winks at her and she flashes herself with her hands. Oh yeah, she is on a mission tonight! “Here, drink up!” She gives me one glass and holds hers in the air.

  “Cheers.” I say and we both drink it at the same time.