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time to process a sea change. How the hell could she be the object of lust to a man like Mica? If she was complimented about her looks, it was always how she had a pretty smile or how she’d be attractive if she lost a few pounds.
    Nothing like what Mica had said to her. Not the pure, unadulterated desire, the single-minded focus on her as a sexual creature.
    It messed with her head. In a good way, sure, but it was still a way of thinking totally foreign to her.
    “The man flat out said you were the most fuckable woman he’d ever seen. If I guy that looked like that said that to me, do you know what I would do?”
    Sophie held up her hand. “I know you well enough you don’t need to complete that sentence.”
    Jo shrugged and went back to packing up the display case. It had been a busy day at the shop, in all ways successful except for the one that had taken precedence in the last month – Mica hadn’t shown up today.
    Of course, that led to even more overthinking on Sophie’s part, wondering about his motives. Was he giving her space? Was he regretting speaking to her like he had yesterday?
    “You need to stop worrying.” It was scary how well Jo could read her, but they had been friends since college. It was why Jo worked beside her for way too many hours as they started this business, something that Sophie had dreamed of doing for most of her life, since maybe her first tea party. “He’ll be back. A man doesn’t say something like that and disappear.”
    “I never said I was worried. I’m just not sure how to react next time I see him.”
    “And we go back to you following my aforementioned advice.”
    The conversation halted at the jingling bell signaling a customer walking in. “We’re closed,” Sophie called out.
    “I’m not here for tea.”
    “Oh.” Mica’s large body always seemed to expand to fill her shop, making it seem so tiny whenever he was inside. She’d always loved that feeling, though. It wasn’t oppressive, or dominating. Instead, it wrapped around her and shouted safe . “Hello.”
    “Hi.” And that smile was there, as he walked to stand in front of her. He was in his usual flannel and jeans combo, and a sizzle of disappointment hit that his tattoos weren’t on display right now. “I came to ask if you’d like to go on a date with me. Try to do things proper.”
    “And if I’d rather you did things improper?”
    The words popped out before she could consider them, the flirting tone of her voice unpracticed and unrehearsed. Warmth suffused her entire her body, and she fought to keep her hands to her side and not cover her face. Her response wasn’t planned in any way, but she’d meant it, and now that the words were out, she’d stand by them.
    His smile remained, but it took on a feral edge, his eyes seeming to brighten with her words. “I’m yours to command. Tell me to kneel, and I’ll be before you.”
    It was evil of him to put that image in her head, because how could her breathing not speed up, her skin not heat up, when in her mind he was kneeling before her, those big hands wrapped around her thighs, that beard brushing against the folds of her pussy…
    “And the sexual tension in here just went nuclear.” Jo’s voice brought her back from imaginings that were too vivid and were not fit for the public, and Sophie dropped her eyes and head in embarrassment. “You two kids need to get out of here, because I am not letting you do things that would defile our shop and get our food license yanked.”
    Jo shoved Sophie towards Mica, who wrapped an arm around her, and the gesture soothed something inside Sophie. It was if there was an audible click in her head when they fit together. This is right. This fits. Still, things weren’t done like this. “Jo-”
    Jo wasn’t hearing any of it, because she then proceeded to push them both towards the door. To be fair, Mica was already walking that way, but Jo still was strong. “She likes Italian. Anthony’s on