Temptation [h.s.] ✔

Chapter 7.

        Cake. There is cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake. Chocolate cake. 

        Cheesecake. Red velvet cake. Ooh, Red velvet cake... 

        I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven't tasted a thing yet, but I'd bet I'll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by. 

        I eye it warily, and Dayton nudges me. "It's just cake." 

        "It's a lot of cake. I mean, how many different types of cake are there?" 

        She looks around the bakery. "A lot, evidently." 

        "Why do we have to try them all?" I pick up a chocolate cake sample and look at the label. 

        "Chocolate fudge cake," I read. "Well, we both know what that tastes like." 

        She grabs my wrist before I can put it down. "Liv, humor me, please?" 

        I turn my face toward her. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha." 

        She tries for an annoyed look, but the twitch of her lips ruins it. "You're an idiot." 

        I shove the sample in my mouth with a bored look on my face. She laughs. 

        "Hey," I say when I've swallowed it. "That was good. Bit much for a wedding cake though." 

        Dayton rolls her eyes. "Try some normal cake." She hands me a bit, eating one herself. "No," she mumbles with her mouth full. 

        I agree. It tastes fucking awful. "Next." 

        "Yep." She takes the label. 

        "Great. Can we go now?" 

        "What? No. We're not done." 

        "But you just chose one!" I protest, looking at the clock. 

        "For a short list. I'm making Aaron come in next week. We need to pick the best ones." She glances at me slyly. "And I want to know why Harry chased you out of the restaurant last night." 

        I grab some cake and eat it. Mmm, lemon. This is good. 

        "Nice try," Dayton laughs. "The last time I saw him move that quickly was because one of the models he slept with got a little attached." 

        "I have no idea why he chased me." It's kind of honest. I don't actually know why he came out after me. "But it's a waste of his time." 

        "Yeah, and I'm a virgin." I snort. "Seriously. You just told me everything I need to know about him. He does no strings, full stop. I do no strings until I find someone who's strong enough to deal with my...quirky personality trait." 

        My best friend's lips curve. "Harry's kind of intense." 

        "Kind of?" I raise my eyebrows. "I have no idea what he's doing. We don't really know each other." An image of his hands trailing up my thighs hits me. "Except physically. Physically, we're very well acquainted." 

        "Just...be careful. I know I said it yesterday, but I mean it. Harry is a lot like Aaron. Maybe worse. If Harry wants something, he's not going to stop until he gets it."