An Enemies To Lovers Romance.
Maria.
He wants to close MY little bakery down!
It's my worst fear. My dream flushed down Stephen Cohen's gold encrusted toilet. Well, I don't know if his toilet is gold encrusted, but it should be. The man looks like a god. A beautiful sexy god. I don't think I have ever had such a visceral reaction to a man before. I just wanted to lick him like he was frosting on a cupcake. My legs were jelly.
"Successful bakeries don't have slow hours," he says in a clipped voice
And just like that it becomes crystal clear: he is the enemy.
He gives me six months to turn my figures around. I'm no accountant and I'm crap at business, my thing is flour, butter and sugar, but I'll figure something out.
I swear, I will. Something that will forever wipe the smug, arrogant look off his drop dead, gorgeous eyes.
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