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Lucas Wilde is wild and carefree at heart. He has the tendency to not follow the rules or do things by the book. Which just makes Sydney loathe him even more when his new coffee shop down the street has been stealing the thunder from...
The next day I shot out of bed on a mission. I had ordered my staff to arrive an hour early before we opened to do a live demonstration on how to make the kouign-amanns. Of course, my methods are much more meticulous and much more attractive looking than Lucas's.
I'm racing down the street to get to the bakery and right as I turn the corner, CRASH! I drop my phone upon impact to what felt like a brick wall.
"Oh My God!" I shriek at the feeling of the hot coffee soaking through my shirt and bra and the remains of it dripping down my stomach tickling my belly button.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" I hear the familiar tone of his voice and I open my eyes and see him standing in front of me.
"I don't have any napkins or anything," Lucas mumbles out in a panic looking around as if they'd magically appear on the sidewalk.
"YOU!" The rage showed through in my voice. "YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!"
How is it possible my anger always creates a sexy smirk on his lips that I can't peel my eyes away from?
"If I did then I have skills and a perfect aim to get a glimpse of your bra!" My head darted down to my white blouse that was now see-through showing off my pink lace undergarments.
"But it was completely an accident, even if it was a happy one. I swear," he lifted his arms over his head in defense.
"UGH!" I could only think of a flustered grunt which made me even more enraged that this man I loathed had such an effect on me.
"By the way, why did you come into my shop all upset yesterday?" Lucas questioned with a tilt of his head but I didn't have time for his damn mind games and he didn't deserve any answers from me.
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!" I shouted again as I bent over and picked up both our phones we had dropped in the process and shoved his aggressively in his chest.
"Watch where you're going next time!" I huffed as I blew past him continuing on to my destination.
I made it to the bakery and at least my apron could cover up my now ruined white blouse thanks to Mr. Asshole who goes by the name Lucas. My insides were fuming and it at least fueled the fire to teach my staff how to make the best tasting, best looking kouign-amann to purposely out-do that Mr. Asshole!
"Alright everyone, gather around for the demonstration. Today we are making kouign-amann. They're a cross between a sticky bun and a sugared croissant. Layered like a croissant with buttery, flaky pastry on the inside and caramelized with sugar on the outside."
I gather the ingredients and tools I need for the demonstration. "So we start like we would making the dough for a croissant: water, yeast, salt, and flour, and mix it up until a smooth dough forms and we let it rise until it's doubled in size, then refrigerate it for thirty minutes."
I briefly look up to make sure everyone is paying close attention. "Now, onto the butter block. We beat the butter until there are no lumps, then press it into a rectangle, wrap it in parchment paper and roll it to spread into an even layer with perfect edges and corners. Refrigerate that as well so it's cold. This is the key to the perfect flaky dough for a croissant."
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