Speaking of ablaze, her face was probably pinker than the walls in the front room. She nearly ripped her apron from his grip and murmured, “Um, let me get you something more…appropriate.”
The minute she turned from him, she seemed able to get her thoughts back under control. And the instant she did, she wanted to crawl under the worktable and continue hiding from the man so many Hollywood actresses and models went gaga over.
Did she need reminding that while she had stars’ autographs, Ben Kane had had the stars themselves? In the biblical sense? Heck, in every sense known to man? Or in this case, woman?
No, she didn’t.
She would be fine as long as she didn’t look at him.
She gave a mental shrug. So she wouldn’t look at him. Yes, that was the ticket.
She dampened a corner of a clean white towel with warm water then handed it to him before putting her own hands under the faucet to clean them.
“So what is it again that I can do for you, Mr. Kane?” she asked, happy that her voice sounded once again like her own.
“Mmm. Yes. You see, my pastry chef left me in the lurch this morning so I need a full array of desserts to serve tonight.”
Reilly’s brows rose as she purposely took her time drying her hands, her back still to him. “What made you think of me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It might have something to do with the Confidential.”
She forgot about not looking at him and looked at him.
Gawd. He looked even better than he had a minute ago, if that was possible. Maybe because this time he was grinning at her. A filthy grin that made her toes curl inside her tennis shoes.
She’d always wondered if swooning was something made up for historical romance novels and period films. But the light-headedness that made her feel like she was swaying on her feet made her think again.
“This is awfully short notice.” She did have that charity event this weekend that she had to cook for tonight. If she took this on in addition to that she’d be working nonstop until midnight.
“I understand. And I’m willing to pay whatever price you ask.” His blue eyes met her gaze squarely. “So, will you do it?”
No, she thought adamantly.
She looked up into his eyes.
“Yes.”
She swallowed hard, wondering why she felt that this wouldn’t be the last time she’d be thinking one thing and doing another when it came to the devilishly handsome Mr. Kane.
WHOA.
Ben felt like he’d been knocked back onto his heels. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but for some reason the quirky owner of Sugar ’n’ Spice made him think of all things sugary and spicy. And when she’d asked what she could do for him, his head had filled with myriad things he’d like to do for her, such as make that crooked little mouth of hers open with a gasp or a moan. He cleared his throat. More preferably a moan.
In a town where it seemed everyone had an agenda, Ms. Reilly was a breath of much-needed fresh air. There was not one affected thing about her. He’d bet tonight’s take at the restaurant that the highlights in her blond hair were natural. And that she wouldn’t be able to lie to save her life. She looked at him with naked interest, not even trying to hide her attraction to him.
“Yes, right then,” she said. She patted down the front of her apron, then stuck her short-nailed hand into the left pocket and pulled out a notepad. “What were you looking for?”
He told her, from crème brûlée to double chocolate rum cake, the number he would need and what time he would need the order by.
“I’ll, um, also take some of what you have with me now.”
She blinked at him.
“You know, from the display case in the other room.”
“Oh. Yes, of course.” She slid the pad and pen back into her pocket then moved toward the door.
Ben absently rubbed his index finger against his chin as he watched her go. No slow, provocative glide for Reilly. Of course, her tennis shoes might make that a little difficult, but he didn’t think she’d ever purposely glided in her life.
Not that it made a difference to his libido. Her lush, curvy little bottom under her beige cords made him think of sticky buns in a whole new light.
She hesitated at the door and looked at him. “Is something the matter?”
Ben lifted his gaze to her face. “Hmm? Oh, no. I was just thinking…” How nice it would be to drizzle syrup over your backside? “Maybe we should add a cheesecake to the list. If it isn’t too much trouble.”
“I think I may have one in the freezer.”
“Good. Good.”
He followed her into the other room where she put together a box bearing her logo then asked him what he wanted.
Dangerous question, that. Especially since at that moment he didn’t seem to have a whole lot of control over what came out of his mouth.
Much too soon, she handed him the two boxes she’d filled for him.
“How much?” he asked, putting them down on the counter.
“I’ll tally everything up at the end of the night and send an invoice along with the delivery.”
“Good.” He squinted at her left hand. But of course the bareness wouldn’t mean a whole helluva lot. He didn’t know a chef or a baker to wear rings while they were working. “What time do you get off?”
Her brows nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Excuse me?”
“Tonight. What time will you be free?”
Her head tilted slightly as if she still didn’t understand his question. “And you want to know this information because…”
He grinned at her. “Because I’d like to thank you properly.”
And because I’d like to find out if your mouth tastes as sweet as it looks.
“The words are enough.”
“You’re going to make me spell it out for you, aren’t you?”
“I know how to spell ‘thank-you.”’
Not the way he had in mind. “I’d like to see you again.”
“At midnight?” she said slowly.
“If that’s the time you finish up.”
“Oh.” She stared at him for a long moment, then what he was saying appeared to dawn on her. “Oh! You mean…”
“Yes, I mean.”
Her gaze, which had been plastered to his face, moved everywhere but to his face. “I, um, don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She used the corner of her apron that didn’t have dough on it to wipe down the counter around the boxes.
“Why not?”
“Why, because—” she furtively looked at him, then back at the counter “—because I finish up late tonight because of the order you gave me and another order I need to have ready by tomorrow morning, and…and…”
“And.”
“Well, I don’t have time.”
“Mmm. Okay, tomorrow