Page 38 of A Little Bit of Sweetness

Opening the morning after having sex with Quinton felt different. I wasn’t a virgin by a long shot, but now I didn’t know how to proceed with things. It was different when I was playing hard to get and actually trying to keep him at arm’s length.

He had already charmed me out of my panties. I couldn’t even act like I didn’t want more of him. I had to keep a little bit of dignity. I couldn’t just drop down on my knees in front of him as soon as I saw him like I wanted to.

I didn’t want things between us to change. Men were different when they felt like they’d gotten what they wanted. I liked the version of Quinton who openly pursued me. Now I didn’t know what to expect.

Rhonda wasn’t coming in until seven thirty, so I did a lot of prep work before putting on the coffee. Since moving to Quinton’s lot, coffee had become as popular as the honey buns. He usually came in before the rest of his staff to open, so I wanted to make sure his breakfast was ready. I shook my head at myself as I prepared the special box of honey buns and cinnamon rolls for him to go along with his so-called hot chocolate.

The way Quinton loved my mochas made me want to try them myself. I walked over and opened the window, in case an early bird customer wanted to place an order before seven, and smiled when I spotted Quinton strolling over to the truck. Leaning on the counter, I waited as he crossed the parking lot.

“Good morning, baby. You look pretty today.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to blush. I seemed to be doing that more than ever lately. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to being complimented by men. Coming from Quinton, it actually felt genuine. I usually couldn’t stand a man who thought he was charming. It seemed to come natural for him, though. He started out as an asshole and gradually lightened up, which must have caught my brain off guard because we were loving him.

“Good morning. You’re looking pretty handsome yourself. I was actually making your breakfast.”

“Look at my baby, honoring our deal and making sure her man is fed.”

My eyes rolled out of basic instinct, but I still smiled. “I figured you would be hungry when you got here.”

“Yeah, I made oatmeal and bananas for Victor since he didn’t like what was on the school menu, but I knew I would be good once I got here.”

“I got you. I made sure you got one of my world-famous honey butter buns to go with your cinnamon roll this morning. Don’t eat both of them at once.”

“I know how to pace myself. Well, when it comes to some things. I’m not gon’ lie though. I’m already addicted to you. I’m mentally calculating how much time we have before someone else gets here. I feel like I have time for a snack.”

I threw my head back as I laughed. “A snack?”

“A little extra special treat. I’ve been thinking about you all night. Not just that warm pussy, though. I missed you.”

I took a deep breath as I leaned on the counter. “I missed you too,” I confessed.

His eyes dropped to my cleavage before slowly raking back up to my face. “I’m pretty sure I have time to bend you over my desk and eat your ass before anyone comes, but I’ma be good for now.”

“Why are you so nasty?” I giggled.

“You make me nasty.”

“Let you tell it.”