her again.
• • •
Nick didn’t turn toward the dock area or his bar. Instead, he raced through downtown letting the cool evening breeze ruffle his hair. He had to get away from her as fast as he could and he didn’t even take the few minutes to put his helmet on. Lets the damn cops stop him, he didn’t care. Nick made the turn toward the I-95 north exit. He’d had nights like this before, drive all night to forget. Tonight, he wanted to forget her. Maybe he’d head east and cross the state line into Delaware and head to the Atlantic Ocean to Bethany Beach, a place he favored in the past.
Forget it all. The hurt and the rejection. All these years nothing had changed
.
I want you for sex.
Apparently that’s all he was good for. Man meat. Stud on speed-dial. Order him up like he was a damned pepperoni pizza. He should just cut it clean.
Forget her and her delectable curves, her hot, luscious mouth, and her inviting, moist core that clenched him tighter than any woman ever had before. Her sexy demands that he go deeper, harder — faster.
His first instincts were right. Nick never should’ve had sex with her. He wanted more, just as he suspected. The more he had sex with Ronnie, the closer she’d worm her way into his heart. Nick inhaled deeply. He could smell her essence all over him. He would never get that scent out of his nostrils as long as he lived.
Chapter Seven
The early morning going-to-work flurry of customers had thinned out, and it was too early for the lunch crowd. Veronica had been open a week now, and couldn’t be more pleased at the results. A lot of the traffic she reasoned was due to the fact of the newness of the bakery. She knew the novelty would wear off after a couple of weeks, but the whole experience had turned out to be enjoyable.
If only she was able to get enough sleep. She tried to watch the rest of the movie with Tyler last night, but couldn’t concentrate. Mumbling she was tired, Veronica retired to her room, but tossed and turned and watched the clock move. At three in the morning, she rose and began the ritual of preparing the dough for her bread and rolls.
Nick.
Her mind raced and relived everything that happened. How did it fall apart? Veronica tried to be affectionate with him after they were done, but he just stood there like a marble statue, his face devoid of feeling or emotion. The only thing she could do in response was slam up her protective fence as well.
It all went downhill from there. They were both frosty and detached treating what they shared as if it had been nothing at all. How could it turn so cold and meaningless to him? The sex was the best she’d ever had. If she continued with Nick, it would get even better and go right off the charts. Even though the sex had been wild, there was so much more underneath, she didn’t imagine that. Veronica wouldn’t let her emotions come into play here, since it was obvious Nick didn’t. How to explain the romantic gesture at the beach? No doubt all part of the seduction and probably one he used many times with countless women. Veronica slammed her apron on her baking table and headed out front where Julie did a count of the bread and rolls.
“Take a break, Julie.” Veronica pulled the stool to the counter and motioned for Julie to take the other one. “I wonder if I can ask you about Nick Crocetti.”
Julie placed the clipboard on the counter and sat on the nearby stool.
“I don’t know what I can tell you.”
“Tell me about the women. I take it there have been a lot of them.”
Julie exhaled. “You’d better put the kettle on.”
Veronica laughed nervously. “Shit, that doesn’t sound good.”
“I’ll have a cup of tea with milk and a little Splenda.” Julie called after her.
Five minutes later, Veronica emerged with two steaming mugs of Twinning’s English Breakfast Tea. Sliding it over to Julie, she sat again.
“Okay, spill.”
“I’ve heard talk, ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em,
• • •
Nick didn’t turn toward the dock area or his bar. Instead, he raced through downtown letting the cool evening breeze ruffle his hair. He had to get away from her as fast as he could and he didn’t even take the few minutes to put his helmet on. Lets the damn cops stop him, he didn’t care. Nick made the turn toward the I-95 north exit. He’d had nights like this before, drive all night to forget. Tonight, he wanted to forget her. Maybe he’d head east and cross the state line into Delaware and head to the Atlantic Ocean to Bethany Beach, a place he favored in the past.
Forget it all. The hurt and the rejection. All these years nothing had changed
.
I want you for sex.
Apparently that’s all he was good for. Man meat. Stud on speed-dial. Order him up like he was a damned pepperoni pizza. He should just cut it clean.
Forget her and her delectable curves, her hot, luscious mouth, and her inviting, moist core that clenched him tighter than any woman ever had before. Her sexy demands that he go deeper, harder — faster.
His first instincts were right. Nick never should’ve had sex with her. He wanted more, just as he suspected. The more he had sex with Ronnie, the closer she’d worm her way into his heart. Nick inhaled deeply. He could smell her essence all over him. He would never get that scent out of his nostrils as long as he lived.
Chapter Seven
The early morning going-to-work flurry of customers had thinned out, and it was too early for the lunch crowd. Veronica had been open a week now, and couldn’t be more pleased at the results. A lot of the traffic she reasoned was due to the fact of the newness of the bakery. She knew the novelty would wear off after a couple of weeks, but the whole experience had turned out to be enjoyable.
If only she was able to get enough sleep. She tried to watch the rest of the movie with Tyler last night, but couldn’t concentrate. Mumbling she was tired, Veronica retired to her room, but tossed and turned and watched the clock move. At three in the morning, she rose and began the ritual of preparing the dough for her bread and rolls.
Nick.
Her mind raced and relived everything that happened. How did it fall apart? Veronica tried to be affectionate with him after they were done, but he just stood there like a marble statue, his face devoid of feeling or emotion. The only thing she could do in response was slam up her protective fence as well.
It all went downhill from there. They were both frosty and detached treating what they shared as if it had been nothing at all. How could it turn so cold and meaningless to him? The sex was the best she’d ever had. If she continued with Nick, it would get even better and go right off the charts. Even though the sex had been wild, there was so much more underneath, she didn’t imagine that. Veronica wouldn’t let her emotions come into play here, since it was obvious Nick didn’t. How to explain the romantic gesture at the beach? No doubt all part of the seduction and probably one he used many times with countless women. Veronica slammed her apron on her baking table and headed out front where Julie did a count of the bread and rolls.
“Take a break, Julie.” Veronica pulled the stool to the counter and motioned for Julie to take the other one. “I wonder if I can ask you about Nick Crocetti.”
Julie placed the clipboard on the counter and sat on the nearby stool.
“I don’t know what I can tell you.”
“Tell me about the women. I take it there have been a lot of them.”
Julie exhaled. “You’d better put the kettle on.”
Veronica laughed nervously. “Shit, that doesn’t sound good.”
“I’ll have a cup of tea with milk and a little Splenda.” Julie called after her.
Five minutes later, Veronica emerged with two steaming mugs of Twinning’s English Breakfast Tea. Sliding it over to Julie, she sat again.
“Okay, spill.”
“I’ve heard talk, ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em,
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