In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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Davis sat in his office, lounging back in his plush leather chair with the city skyline reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of New York stretched before him, but his mind was elsewhere. He'd just wrapped up the court case, and while winning always gave him a sense of satisfaction, it was Sadira Kingston's attitude that lingered in his thoughts more than anything else. He loved the way she bristled at him—her tough exterior, the bratty comebacks, and the little eye rolls. He smiled, thinking about how she squared her shoulders and tried to stand tall despite him towering over her.
Davis leaned forward, rubbing his chin as he recalled the way her skin always seemed to have a soft glow, how her perfume—peach and something sweeter—lingered in the air long after she left the room. And that hot pink hair. She was impossible to ignore.
His door creaked open, and Brayden walked in, followed closely by Tariq. The usual banter between the two filled the room, but Davis barely acknowledged them at first. He snapped out of his reverie, masking his thoughts with a casual smile.
"Yo, Maclean," Brayden greeted, plopping down on the couch without hesitation. Tariq followed more slowly, eyeing Davis with curiosity.
"What's on your mind?" Tariq asked, sinking into the chair across from him. He had that sharp, calculating look in his eyes, always watching and picking up on the smallest details.
Davis exhaled and leaned back. "Just thinking."
Tariq smirked, clearly not buying it. "About that woman in court today? Sadira, right?"
Brayden raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Ohhh, her. She was giving you mad attitude, bro. What's her deal?"
Davis chuckled, shaking his head. "She's got a bit of a mouth on her, but I kinda like it. Keeps things interesting."
"She owns that bakery, right?" Tariq asked, leaning forward slightly. "She's gotta be smart if she's running her own business. What's her story?"
Davis tapped his fingers against the edge of his desk, considering the question. "Sadira Kingston... she's got a good head on her shoulders. That bakery is her whole life, and she's damn good at what she does. But she's been caught up in all this drama because of you, Tariq."
Tariq shifted uncomfortably, but Brayden jumped in with a laugh. "Man, we didn't mean to get her mixed up in anything. It's not like we did it on purpose."
Davis raised an eyebrow, the tension between his professional duty and his personal fascination with Sadira pulling at him. "She's clean. Nothing to worry about there. But she's pissed, and I can't say I blame her."
Tariq nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "She seems tough, though. Handled herself pretty well in court today."
Davis smirked again, unable to hide his amusement. "She's got more fire than she lets on. But here's the thing... we should pay her a visit tomorrow."
