My Not-So Secret Fantasy.

Chapter Two

Two weeks had passed and I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Cupcakes.
What? He called me 'Sugar', to me, he  would be Cupcakes till I learnt his name.
It wasn't like I missed him or anything, but wasn't a girl allowed to show concern? At least, my cupcakes and coffee beans were in good shape. Turning off the corner of 5th Avenue onto my driveway, I saw two Harleys. Now, I didn’t know much about motorcycles, but I knew they were Harleys because of their logo. The first was familiar, the second, not so much.
The first Harley belonged to my date for all occasions, my foolproof boyfriend, Joshua. We had been friends since the 4th grade. I was curious as to whom the second bike belonged, and nonetheless worried as I noticed that no one was on the curb. Joshua had a spare key and I trusted him with everything; even my cakes and coffee, unlike some other person.
I racked my brain to remember if I had another friend that enjoyed rides on this death machine and I came up short. I opened the door, only to walk into a room that screamed 'male testosterone'.
And Cupcakes.
The atmosphere in the room was not one any female would feel comfortable in, but it was my house and it was either they left or they leave. Either way, I was going nowhere.
I understood the situation perfectly, they  each tried to fathom what the other's relationship with me was. And knowing Joshua, I felt sorry for Cupcakes.
As if on cue, Josh came forward and kissed me on my forehead, while he flung his arm across my shoulders, all the while, I feasted my eyes on Cupcakes.
Funnily enough, I had missed him in a way, but he was sure to misunderstand the situation. Josh played his role perfectly but the truth still remained, he was married, to our other best friend, Sheila.
"Hi, Cupcakes", I said, going for calm, cool and collected.
"Hi yourself", he replied.
"I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon".
Liar, you've been dying to see him.
"I’ve missed you". My jaw dropped at that. "Or  better still, I’ve missed your coffee and cakes".
Typical.
And just like that, he walked into my kitchen, looking for all the world like he owned the place, without even a backward glance at Josh and I.
Eventually, I got tired of staring at him and decided to do something, maybe offer him the blasted coffee so he could leave. I went into the kitchen and got started on the coffee, five minutes later, he was standing behind me. Asking him to back up would let him know he was having an effect on me, I decided that being unperturbed and unconcerned might actually get the job done faster.
"What do you want? ", I asked him
He yanked the refrigerator open and replied, "I'm just scouring the refrigerator for anything that would go with the coffee". Could anyone be more dense and misguided, what happened to the normal, accepted way of asking questions? I couldn't keep the sarcasm from my voice as I replied him.
"You know you don't have to overwork yourself by coming into the kitchen, you could just ring the bell and I'll come scurrying over to take your order, Sir".
I gave him a saccharine sweet smile and he nodded.
"I always did like people with a good sense of servitude, no surprise then, that the little voice in my head told me to return your purse. He knew you'd be a nice catch". He turned to go into the living room, then threw over his shoulder, "I'd like to take those cupcakes in your refrigerator with my coffee. If you could spare one or two".
"Yes, Sir", I replied, like I didn’t already know to serve his coffee with cupcakes, perhaps, that was why I baked them in the first instance, I was unconsciously awaiting his arrival.
'Little voice' indeed, if he had a head to start with, then the little voice might have a chance to exist.
I wondered what cosmic gods I had wronged to come across someone of this caliber. If it was because I stared the first time, I made a promise not to stare at another creature, magnificent or not.
I had enough on my plate, there was no need to add a piece of egoistical, charming, breathtaking piece of man to it. No need whatsoever.
As if that wasn't enough, Josh all but stomped into the kitchen, "who in blazes is that douchebag?"
Great, now I would have to deal with him too.