Chapter 14 Juniper He has good teeth , too , perfectly set and very white .
The better to eat you with , my dear .
Anyway , I really appreciate the effort you put into the sampler .
He hands me a business card with Dexter Rory blazing across it in gold letters .
Underneath , I see the words Higher Ends International .
My associate was especially impressed with everything you delivered .
Theres something actually warm in his voice now , and I straighten .
Did he just say impressed ? I came by because I was hoping we could meet later , after the bakery closes .
Meet ? After close ? Oh , hell .
Is he asking me on a date ? Then again , Ive never had a man give me his business card when hes asking me on a date before , but he doesnt exactly look like he knows how it works in the real world .
I have a proposal , he says when I hesitate .
Like he can see the panic in my face , his jaw twitches and his smile dims a little .
A business proposal for you , he corrects , nodding at the card in my hand .
A lucrative opportunity for both of us .
Oh .
Oh , right , a business proposition , I murmur , giving myself time to think .
Okay .
Yes .
I can do that .
When do you close ? Calm down , down .
We close at six on the weekdays , I tell him .
Just in case his privileged ass has forgotten that most people work during weekdays and need to get home -for the evening to do it all again the next day .
If you want to come back around six thirty , we can discuss your opportunity .
Six thirty sharp .
See you then .
He nods , his smile gone , and heads back out the door .
Whoa .
Its weird that he looks more like a guardian angel than a swinging dick .
Thats how I know my mind is going to very weird places .
Although maybe that has more to do with the way his suit fits over his broad shoulders like it was made for them .
Hes a handsome devil , Ill give him that .
Even his business card is nice and flashy .
Lacquered , gold embossed , and it has that extra weight that whispers money .
Bad puns aside , Big Fish really knows how to make a splash .
I purse my lips as I tilt it so the lettering catches the light .
Higher Ends International , huh ? Whatever that is .
Sounds expensive .
Sounds successful .
The name makes me wonder if whatever hes up to could be a good opportunity .
But I know not to get my hopes up .
Ive met guys like Dexter Rory before .
Rich men who think theyre entitled to the entire world just for breathing .
Nana didnt raise a dummy .
Whenever a big , easy opportunity knocks , theres always a catch .
There must be .
I just need to figure out what this one is before it sticks in my skin like a rusty hook .
By the time closing rolls around , I need a hairband to keep my frizzy hair in check .

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Journey of Separatis 14.9 % Chapter 14 My whole head goes to war with the summer as soon as the humid months hit .
My cheeks are red from whizzing from one side of the store to the other , only stopping a few times under the creaky ceiling fan to take the sweat off my neck .
My accounts still arent done , and we had such a late influx of customers Im still recovering from whiplash .
Long summer nights and no school means older kids come pouring in for their sugar fix less than an hour before close .
I scuttle through cleanup and flip the sign on the door , switching off the lights on the front .
I notice a couple letters burning out in BOWL .
Another repair .
Awesomesauce .
Maybe the money slated for the computer will have to go toward the lighting after all .
I rub my hand over my throbbing face and lean back against the door .
And there , striding through the late crowds of people shopping and heading home , is Mr.
Big Punctual Fish .
Its not a minute past six thirty .
Clearly , he doesnt wait .
Emmy and Jake are in the back , taking off their aprons and washing up one more time before heading home .
I told them Id clean up tonight , and theyre all too happy to leave me to it .
Listening to them chattering happily about their plans after work , I cant quite push back the bite of jealousy .
Once , that was me .
And now Im here , mopping and scrubbing and meeting with a guy who looks like hed rather be anywhere else now that hes here .
The bell tinkles cheerfully as he lets himself in , ignoring the Closed sign .
Go figure .
He also looks just as attractive as he did earlier , though theres something tight around his jaw .
Something tense .
The guys straight pissy about something , which does not bode well for me and this little business meeting .
Coffee ? I ask , switching on the machine .
Im having one .
Sounds great .
Thanks .
He parks himself at a table near the freshly cleaned bakery case .
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