One of the worst parts of owning a bakery was having to be at work at an ungodly hour most days.
After waiting a few minutes to be sure he was dead to the world, I shimmied out of Jack’s grasp. In the dark, I hastily got dressed—well, for the most part. My thong was nowhere to be found, and there wasn’t time to keep the search for my undies going. Throwing my bra into my purse, I picked up my heels and ordered an Uber.
Waiting in the driveway, I did my walk of shame to the gold Camry that pulled up.
“Kelly?” the middle-aged driver asked as I slid into the back seat.
“Yes, sir,” I responded as he pulled away from the curb.
“We’re heading to O’Donnell’s Bakery?”
“That’s the place.” I checked my phone: no missed calls or texts.
“They make this key lime cheesecake that is sinful.”
I smirked. “It really is incredible. I hear they’re coming out with a whole new concept soon.”
“Oh really? Do you know what it is?”
“Donuts,” I responded.
“I’ll have to keep an eye out for those.” The driver shot me a kind smile through the rearview.
I rushed out of the car and into my massive commercial kitchen. There wasn’t much time before my assistant would be strolling in, and I needed to put myself together before Eddy gave me one of his talks about my promiscuous ways.
After starting a pot of coffee, I made my way to the back office. Grabbing my emergency makeup bag from my desk drawer, I tiredly stumbled into the employee bathroom.
Yesterday’s eyeliner is today’s smoky eye.
I brushed my teeth, used a Q-tip to clean up the smeared mascara under my eyes, and threw my hair up into a bun.Good enough.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I sighed. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“Getting too old for what?” Eddy’s goofy face was peeking through the cracked door.
Startled, my hand flew to my chest as I made eye contact with my assistant turned bestie in the mirror.
“Get your flamboyant ass in here right now,” I barked. “Thanks for standing me up last night.”
“Henry called, and you know I can’t say no to that hunk of a dancer.”
“Still, you could have at least canceled on me before running off with your Irish boy-toy.” A stupid grin played on my lips as I tried to act like Eddy hadn’t done me a favor.
“What’s his name?” Eddy’s hand dramatically flew to his popped-out hip as he sashayed into the tiny bathroom.
“What ever do you mean?”
“Spill it!”
“Jack…”
“Same clothes as yesterday—again. Girl, what am I supposed to do with you?”
“Don’t start.” I rolled my eyes before applying much needed concealer on a painful zit that was forming on my chin.
Eddy’s hands flew into the air. “I wasn’t.”
Turning to him, I put my hand on his shoulder. “But, you were.”