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last to be set up.”
    The pale glow of the fridge light gave Boobs a level of sensuality that never should be associated with baked goods.
    Paul came up behind her and slid a hand on her shoulder. The combination of his low whistle by her ear and the blast of cold from the fridge had her nipples standing up in two hard points.
    “That’s impressive.”
    God, she hoped he was talking about the cake. “Thanks. I promise the end result will be stunning.”
    She closed the door, but Paul didn’t move. His grip tightened on her shoulder as his other hand snaked around to cup her waist. “I have no doubt everyone will be suitably impressed.”
    Her breath hitched in her chest and her pussy was soaking her panties. “Paul?” It was barely more than a whisper, but she couldn’t manage anything else.
    “How long have we known each other?”
    Sadie swallowed. “Ten years.” Five months and seventeen days.
    “Shit, really?” Paul stepped close enough for his chest to press against her back.
    “Rachel introduced us. Remember?”
    “Yeah. How’s she doing?”
    “Married and pregnant.”
    “Good for her.” He gently squeezed her side and Sadie’s heartbeat tripled. “I never asked if you were seeing someone. I mean, it’s been what, a month since we last got together. Ten guys could have been in line in the meantime.”
    “Ten guys? Please. You know me better than that.” Paul pulling out to come all over my stomach… “Regardless, I have no time to date. I’ve been too busy helping with the store.”
    “That’s a shame.” He didn’t sound the least bit disappointed.
    With his head close, she could feel the warmth of his lips brush the shell of her ear. Sadie turned her head toward him, shifting nearer, and knew if she swayed forward even half an inch he would kiss her.
    He licked his lips and tightened his grip before taking a step away. Sadie bit the inside of her cheek and closed her eyes, desperately trying to get a hold on her traitorous libido. The bitch.
    “You think any more about my question?” Paul’s voice wasn’t its usual smooth purr. It was rough and deep, sounding nothing like she’d ever heard before. “Because I’d love to hear the answer.”
    Sadie groaned, pressing her hands to her face. “Why do you care?”
    “I told you, I want to make sure you understand about the club, its people, before you walk in that door.”
    “Bullshit, Paul.” Sadie dropped her hands to her side, spun around to face him. She’d spent nearly two weeks on edge because of him and his stupid fucking question. “You’ve known me for ages and you never once asked me anything close to this. You know I would never offend anyone who goes to your club. What the hell is this about?”
    Clenching her fists, Sadie stared him down, refusing to give in to the temptation to grab him by the shirt and kiss the hell out of him. Paul lowered his chin to his chest and let out a soft growl.
    “You never seemed interested in anything or anyone beyond your work.” He stepped closer, once again closing the distance between them. “Every time I try to talk to you, or tease you, if we’re out in a group, you brush me off. You smile and laugh at everyone else’s jokes, fucking flirt with anything with a cock. Except for me.”
    Nerves made her stomach churn. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t flirt with anyone.” She didn’t, did she? Hell, the only one she ever paid attention to was him . “Besides, we’re friends. I—I don’t flirt with friends.” Do I?
    Paul stepped forward, forcing Sadie to take a step backward to maintain the distance between them. “Don’t flirt? Really?” Another step forward, followed by her retreat. “What about the time Steve was tripping over himself when he realized you wanted to help him with his accounting course in university?”
    Step. Retreat.
    “I was tutoring him! How is that flirting?”
    “He was a straight-A student.”
    Step. Retreat.
    “Then there was