Chapter 8 1 stare at the spreadsheet , ruiding my eyes for the fifth time Fishody warned ins that inheriting a lesiones meent spending more time fed over a come than any working trumbers Ugly financial swimbers with sharp teel , rwwing up my dreams The data looks terrible .
Piece of jundo 1 mutter at the ancient computer , sighing as i melt into my chair .
The spring menu features new coffees and pastries , but theyre low ticket Hems .
Two weeks ago , the ovens broke down , and our accountant retired .
The new one charges triple the fees .
Payrolls cutting deeper into my already skeletal profits , and my projected turnover is dismal .
Trustrated , 1 press my forehead to the screen and realize its burning hot .
Oh no , oh shit , this , jerking , back and early boring the massive machine off the creaking desk .
Thats when Emmy pokes her head in Hey , Junie ! Theres a guy waiting at the register , I rub the sore spot on my forehead , grinding my teeth .
A guy ? What guy ? As the boss , Im expected to handle every complaint , but Im not great at it .
Im slightly better at customer relations than math , though Reluctantly , I prepare to deal with whoevers waiting Lead the way , Emmy , I say , fanning a bit of air up my shirt before following her to the front .
And what an asshat .
I wasnt ready for this breed of scary hot alpha male , I expected a scowling prick but this ones a finalist for worlds hottest prick .
Towering tall ? Check .
Dark blue eyes flashing with sin ? Yes .
Shoulders that could hold up the sky ? Oh , baby , hes got them .
The full Prince Charming package , complete with a look etched with a thousand demands .

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I take my place behind the register , and he glances at his digital watch with the designer gold band .
Yep , definitely a prick .
But rich , if his designer oxford shirt and bright blue tie are anything to go by .
I dont have it in me to offend rich paying customers today .
So I do the only sane thing a struggling business owner can I dive deep and dredge up a smile .
Hi there , I say , my customer service voice bright and bouncy .
Is there a problem with your order ? No.
I havent made one yet , he snaps , not even looking at me .
His eyes are fixed on the overhead menu .
Good thing Ive been doing this for a while .
One prick , no matter how sharp his cheekbones or how defined his jaw and God , what a jawline wont distract me from making money .
16:40 Love Betrayed : A Journey of Separate Paths 8.0 % Chapter 8 Sure , I say cheerfully , How can I help you then ? Can you execute a large custom order for delivery today ? He waves a hand at the glass case .
I need a sampler of this crap .
Tortes , cheesecakes , turnovers , cupcakes , the works .
Make it extra sweet .
This crap ? I freeze , stunned and trying not to get ragey .
Its an expensive order , the kind that only comes up a dozen times a year .
My favorite kind .
I turn my smile up to blinding .
Certainly ! Do you have any specific requests for your crap? There goes my tongue .
It didnt get the memo to be polite .
He looks at me like Im a bug under his shoe and swipes a frustrated hand .
All of it .
Everything you do here .
I dont care .
I blink at him , waiting for more , but he stares at the bakery case like its personally offending him .
Okay , yes , we can do that , I say slowly , sizing him up .
He doesnt look insane just the usual rich people way .
The kind that buys out a store without caring what it sells .
Im sure we can accommodate your needs with a custom package of- Extra sweet , he snaps .
So rich youll choke .
Oof .
I hate the way his eyes flash when he makes me imagine gagging .
Sure , sure .
Its easy to scrounge up our sweetest creations or add a little extra frosting to the lighter stuff .
Whatever , lady .
It needs to be perfect .
Im trusting you .
His narrowed eyes say he trusts me to mess this up .
Perfect , huh ? Youre in luck .
Weve been doing that for over fifty years , I bite back nicely , flashing an even wider chipmunk smile that hurts my cheeks .
He glares at the bakery case , then returns his doubtful eyes to me .
Great .
Im melting in this humidity , and he looks more skeptical by the second .
Can you have this order ready for six oclock ? The Sugar Bowl isnt a Kansas City institution for nothing , I tell him , matching his hard edged tone .
Well get it done .
Early .
I hope to fuck that reputation is as sterling as you claim .
He pulls out a small Post it note , slamming it on the counter with enough force to rattle the display cabinets .
Six oclock sharp .
Dont even think about being late .
Then , with a last frigid scowl worthy of a mafia don , he storms out , the bell tinkling behind him like its happy to send Satan back to hell .
Emmy and Jake immediately start snickering behind me .
What a dick ! Emmy whispers , and Jake bursts into giggles .
Way to go , Junie .
Youre a lion tamer today .
Okay , team , I say , turning to the two laughing teenagers with my best boss face .
Weve got two hours to buckle down and get this done .
And the man said extra sweet for everything , I guess .
Im calling in backup .
No matter what happens , we are not screwing this up .