Tobias rocked back on his heels, mimicking his sons stance and considered the two of them. He glanced through the beads again and then arched a brow at Caleb.
Clueless, Pandora looked at the younger man, too, trying to figure out what the silent question was that had just been asked. But she couldnt read a thing on either mans face.
She wanted to scream. Even if it wasnt a talent, shed at least had a decent grasp of reading body language-bs, that was. Before Sean. Now? She might as well be blind.
She eyed the two men and their stoic faces and apparently relaxed stance. They came across as totally mellow strangers. And the hair on the back of her neck was standing up due to all the antagonism flying through the room.
It was frustrating the hell out of her.
Thanks, Pandora, Tobias accepted. Then he flashed her a charming smile. And is there any chance I could get a piece of that cake to go? I was too full after lunch, but itd be a nice snack later.
Pandora bit her lip, not sure why she felt as if she needed to stick around and protect Caleb. The man obviously didnt need little ole her standing in front of him.
But still
Id appreciate it, Tobias prodded.
Unable to do otherwise, Pandora nodded and hurried into the tiny kitchen at the far end of the sunroom. She cut a fat slab of cake and scooped it into a cardboard box, not bothering to lick the decadent ganache off her knuckle as she pressed the lid down and rushed back out.
Neither man had moved. From what she could tell, neither had said a word, either.
Here you go, she said, staying by the kitchen and its door to the alley, instead of taking the cake over to Tobias. I hope you enjoy it. Its my favorite recipe.
Tobias gave his son a nod, then strode toward Pandora. A goodbye? Or acknowledgment that Caleb had won this round? Pandora wasnt sure which.
Caleb, of course, just stood there. Did nothing rile the guy?
I do appreciate your hospitality, Tobias said as he reached her. For the cake, and for making my son feel welcome. Im sure one bite of your delicious offerings and hell be ready to stay in Black Oak and enjoy himself for a while.
Um, youre welcome? Pandora murmured. She wanted to point out that as delicious as chocolate was, it wasnt magic cake. He was asking for an awful lot from a lunch that she wasnt even sure Caleb would eat.
Without another word to her, or to his son, Tobias gave a jaunty wave and headed out the back door. Pandora plaited her fingers together, staring in the direction Tobias had gone until she heard the door close. She shifted her gaze to the café tables then, noting that half needed tidying.
Her gaze landed everywhere but on Caleb.
Murmurs rose from the store. She turned, grateful that something might demand her attention.
Then she winced. She could almost feel the barbs of fury shooting at her from the disappointed crowd. Theyd obviously thought the show would move into the store, where they could get a better view. Theyd probably positioned themselves to best greet, and grill, Tobias as he left the café. And shed ruined it.
But she didnt hear the chimes over the front door ring at all, which meant they were still circling, waiting for fresh meat. Or in this case, a hunk named Caleb.
They could just keep waiting. And, hopefully, purchasing. After all, she was apparently giving away cake back here.
Speaking of
Would you like something to eat? she asked, finally looking directly at Caleb.
Under his slash of black brows, his eyes were intense as he inspected her. His expression didnt change as his gaze traveled from her face, then skimmed down her body in a way that made her wish she was wearing one of those loose, New Agey dresses Fifi and Cassiopeia wore.
Or that she was naked.
Either one would be better than this feeling that there wasnt a chance in hell she could measure up to the sexual challenge Caleb presented.
A sexual challenge she wasnt even positive he was issuing. For all she knew, the guy gave that same hot but unreadable look to his mail lady when she asked him to sign for delivery.
Her body on fire, her mind a mess of tangled thoughts, she gave in to the desire to run.
Ill be right back, she muttered as she hurried back to the small kitchen again. This time, instead of hacking through the cake and throwing it in a container, she carefully selected a plate, cut a precise slice and centered it on the cobalt glass plate. She retrieved a can of whipped cream and sprayed a sweet little rosette of white on top of the chocolate.
This was crazy. It wasnt as though the guy was going to ask her on a date. He was here to What? Shop for Christmas gifts? Score an aphrodisiac-laced lunch?
Pandora groaned. Oh, wouldnt that be sweet? Insane, impossible and inconceivable-but so sweet to have sex with a man like Caleb Black. A man who, with just one look, could make her body go lax, her legs quiver and her nipples beg in pouty supplication.
But Caleb Black was the kind of guy who went for powerful women. A woman who could hold her own, who would demand he fulfill her every fantasy and in doing so, would show him things he hadnt even dreamed of yet.
In other words, totally not Pandora.
Exceptshe wanted him for herself.
She grabbed two forks, setting one neatly on the plate. With the other she stabbed a huge chunk from the cake still on the serving dish. Shoving it in her mouth, she closed her eyes and, with a sigh, let the chocolate work its way through her system. Calming, centering, soothing.
God, she loved chocolate.
More than sex, she insisted to herself. Which was a lie, of course, but with a little work she might start believing it. After all, chocolates only threat was to her hips.
Swallowing hard as she imagined what kind of threat Caleb might pose to her body, she scooped up the plate and forced herself to return to the café.
You look like that visit barely registered on your stress meter, but mine is off the charts. Nothing pulls me out of the dumps like chocolate, so I figured you might want some, she said with a sheepish smile as she set the cake on a nearby table. Glancing through the beads at the nosy crowd, she sighed, then sat opposite the plate and waited.
Whys it empty in here? he asked, his voice as surly as his scowl. But hey, words were words. Who was she to quibble over tone?
The café closes at two. We still have shoppers in the store, but Fifi is helping them. People know were closed. They wont come back here, she assured him. Its not much, but at least its a tiny semblance of privacy.
He gave her a look, those gold eyes dark. She could see the anger in them now, as clearly as she could see it in the set of his chin and his clenched fists. But now she could see hurt, too, in the way he hunched his shoulders, the droop of his lips.
I guess this isnt a surprise visit for the holidays, she said with a tentative smile, wishing hed smile again.
Prodigal son, didnt Tobias say?
You call your father by his name? Why was she so shocked? It wasnt as if he was the kind of guy to call his old man daddy.
He shrugged, staring at the door to the alley. Finally, he came over and sat across from her. She didnt know if it was because shed worn him down with her inane chatter or if he was emotionally exhausted from the confrontation. It definitely wasnt because he was suddenly in the mood to be friendly. Not the way he was glowering. The frown didnt detract from his mouth.
A deliciously sensual mouth, she noticed. She licked her own lips, wondering what he tasted like. How he kissed. Whether he was slow and sensual or if he liked it wild and intense.
You interested in providing a little prodigal entertainment?
Hmm?
Shed bet he was a wild kind of guy. One whod take her mouth in a hard, mind-blowing kiss and leave her begging for a taste of his promised sexual nirvana.
Yeah, youre interested.
Pandora ripped her gaze off his mouth to meet his eyes in horror. Was she that obvious? Was she so unskilled that she couldnt even hide her should-be-secret lusty thoughts?
What the hell was she doing? The man was off-limits. He was bad news, with a capital H heartbreak. And while she was intrigued enough to risk her heart, she still had the bruises from risking her reputation and ego.
No, sorry. Im not interested, Im just curious.
Curious? His smile was pure temptation. Wicked and knowing. He didnt push, though. Instead, he cocked a brow at the slice of cake shed set on the table between them, then pulled it toward him. He pressed his finger on a crumb and lifted it to his mouth.
Pandora swore her thighs melted. Heat, intense and needy, clawed through her good intentions.
PUZZLED, CALEB STUDIED the woman in front of him.
Hed got what he wanted out of this visit-to see the back room and access to the bike shop. Her interest would be easy to use to get back in, anytime he wanted.
PUZZLED, CALEB STUDIED the woman in front of him.
Hed got what he wanted out of this visit-to see the back room and access to the bike shop. Her interest would be easy to use to get back in, anytime he wanted.
But could he do it?
Seated at the table like a dainty lady about to serve some fancy-ass tea, Pandora looked as calm as a placid lake. Except for those occasional flashes of hunger he saw in her pretty eyes. With her smooth, dark red hair and porcelain complexion, she looked like the special china doll his sister had as a kid. If he remembered correctly, hed broken that doll at one point or another.
Something to keep in mind.
He noted the lush fullness of her lips and the sweet curve of her breasts beneath the white silky fabric of her conservatively cut blouse. His body stirred in reluctant interest. Good girls werent his thing, but his body wasnt paying much attention to that detail.
Were you going to try the cake? Pandora prodded, looking a little put out at his inspection. She sounded as if she wanted to say something-probably something rude-but good girls didnt do things like that.
He grinned. Yet another reason not to be good.
He had questions, so more to pacify her than because he wanted any, he swiped his finger over the frosted cake and sucked the sweet confection while holding her gaze.