Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She’d never get her words out if he didn’t stop interrupting her. Plus, every time he spoke, his concerned voice made her feel all tingly inside. She wasn’t the sort of woman who got tingly. Except, apparently, when it came to Wyatt.
She drew in a breath. “I’m a realtor. I have an open house at this property tomorrow. I was making sure it was ready for the showing.”
“Ah, right. Where are you?”
“601 Gerald Street.” If she wasn’t mistaken, she could hear his keys rattling and then a door shut. Surely he wasn’t already heading to his car before she finished speaking.
“Are you alone, Lark?”
“Yes. I mean I think so. I’m not entirely sure. There were a couple of loud crashes, and it scared me, so I ran out of the house. I’m in my car out front. I’m probably overreacting.”
“Nope. Never doubt your instincts, Lark.” His voice was firm. “Did you lock your car door?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I’m five minutes away. Stay on the phone with me while I drive.”
“Okay.”
“What time’s your open house tomorrow?”
“I have to be here at nine. It starts at ten.” She knew he was making small talk to fill the time, and she appreciated it.
“The real estate market has really picked up lately. I bet you’ve been busy.”
“Yes.”
“And from what I hear, you’re pretty sought after and successful,” he praised.
“I guess.” She shrugged even though he couldn’t see her. She did have a lot of clients, but she didn’t like to brag about her work.
“I’ve been renting the place where I’m staying since I moved here. Been thinking about buying property soon. At least I won’t have to look hard for a reputable realtor.” His voice was kind.
“I’d be happy to help you.” She chewed on her bottom lip. There was no way she could show Wyatt houses. She’d get tongue-tied and stumble all over both her words and her feet.
She wasn’t usually so entranced by men. She’d been focusing on her career for the last several years. She worked odd hours, including weekends, and hadn’t had time for dating lately. Plus, every man she’d gone out with in forever had bored her to tears.
A date with Wyatt wouldn’t be monotonous. She knew that for a fact. He wasn’t tongue-tied either. He was confident. Not surprising. He was a police officer. But she also knew he was dominant. For one thing, he exuded power and control. For another thing, she’d seen him at Blaze one night when she’d gone with Ellie. Of course, that didn’t make him dominant, but Ellie had hinted as much.
Ellie, the owner of Little Cakes, was Lark’s best friend. She was also a Little. Lark had known this about her friend for years. Ellie belonged to the fetish club called Blaze. She’d offered to take Lark with her a number of times as a guest, but Lark had turned her down repeatedly. The one and only time she’d finally agreed to go, Wyatt had been there.
BDSM didn’t appeal to Lark. It scared her actually. Even though Ellie had explained there were many factions within the fetish community, Lark was skeptical. She was raised by older parents in a very religious household. The concept of dominance and submission was too foreign to her. Lark imagined whips and chains each time the topic came up—funny, because Blaze hadn’t appeared threatening at all. Well, not the parts of it she’d seen with Ellie.
Her father had certainly been authoritative—in the head-of-household, patriarchal sort of way—but that had only served to turn Lark off from any sort of dominance. She was a strong, successful, driven woman. She didn’t need a man.
“Lark? You still there?”
She flinched in her seat when she heard Wyatt’s voice. “Yes. Sorry.”
“I’m pulling up behind you. I didn’t want to scare you. Stay in your car. I’ll come to your window.” This man is nothing like my father.
“Okay.” She turned her head to watch as headlights approached from behind and a car pulled to a stop. She sucked in a breath as Wyatt stepped out of his vehicle. The only time she’d seen him without his uniform had been that night at Blaze. He wasn’t working tonight though. He wore jeans and a dark T-shirt that was tight around his thick biceps and fit snug against his washboard abs.
She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for the streetlight that permitted her to take him in or curse the fact that staring at him made her mouth dry. The man had thick dark hair and dark eyes. A slight beard covered his face as if he hadn’t shaved in three days, though she knew he wore it that way intentionally. And damn he was tall. She was five-seven and he towered over her. She figured he had to be about six-two
Quickly, Lark turned the key in the ignition one click to allow her to roll down the window as Wyatt approached. “Hi,” she murmured.