ched a little, and the smell of vanilla buttercream filled the elevator. She shifted her weight and
ent in the penthouse suite of Reed Tower. The address was clearly written on the order slip: Reed Tower, Penthouse, Grayson Reed. She
ive polished floors, gold trim, even the air smelled like money and cologne. She looked around. There were only two doo
e slip again. Just Pe
d to herself, "when
n the right d
pressed her ear to
gently. To her surpr
ly, stepping in. "Cake d
ng the sun spill in and bounce off marble counters and glass shelves. The living room was s
ll holding the cake. Maybe th
said again, a
someone
r and a clean white shirt rolled up to the elbows. No socks. No tie. His sleeves w
when he
I expected," he
for a cake delivery...
head slightly. "I d
p again. "This is the pent
, still watching her
ou... Gray
a
ted. "Then this i
I assure you, I didn't order a
word, the front door burst open again, a
called out. "Jus
surprise just as the
ic
ll go great with the headline." Then
iza said, blinking
is breath. "You have
"That wasn't for th
g," he said firmly. "That w
art droppe
e counter and started tapping. "
moment later. A website hea
Fiancée? Mystery Woma
lding the cake, standing next to h
"I'm not your fiancée!
d, rubbing his forehead. "Unfo
ng heart. "This is not happening. I own a bakery, my aunt and I run it t
of the counter. "Look, this wasn't you
rp look. "You had
d flatly. "Nobody gets up here
t back. "And now my pict
he bridge of his nose. "Thi
aged to someone else?" she
think I need to settle down. Show stability. This pho
ich people always make things
. "Why do bakery girls alway
sitated. "Wait. Did you say the we
es
penthouse," she whispered to
oward the door. "This never
Grayson said
ed at him one last time. "You owe me for
nto a drawer
t... forget it. And keep y
y as possible. Her heart still banging in her chest a
the cake to the right couple, she
a m
that this mess was