Chapter Seven
Marilyn
Julien’s driver, John, dropped off a fresh set of clothes for him in the morning and then waited for us as we prepared for the day. It’s fall in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a mixed bag of weather. One day it’s eighty, and then the next day it’s forty degrees. Right now, it’s a cool fifty-two and breezy so I need a hat and light jacket. When I dig them out of my front closet, I get a growl from Julien. “What? You don’t like them?”
“Could you look sexier? It’s as if you were meant to sell the outerwear. Come now before I strip you bare and fuck you again.”
“You keep that thing in check.” I point straight to that massive cock that’s barely hidden by his coat. He smirks, stalking closer, like a wicked villain with dirty intent. “You must behave, Mr. Beaumont. You are my boss and need to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I just want one kiss,” he says so innocently.
“Just one.” I lift my index finger, and he nods in agreement.
“Okay,” I surrender. His hands slide around me, and I melt into his arms as his mouth lands on me. Three minutes later, he pulls back from the most intense and passionate kiss. I shake myself out of the dazed state he put me in. “I should have known better.”
“Come. We’re going to be late.” He takes my hand and rushes us out of the apartment as if I’m the reason we’re behind. I just giggle and deal with his level of intensity.
We pull up to the bakery early in the morning to start going over the plans for the wedding in Paris and handle the daily baked goods for the bakery itself. I’m so excited to be a part of it. I find Julien staring at me as the vehicle comes to a stop. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing. You’re just so damn beautiful when you’re happy.”
I can’t hide the blush on my face or the clenching of my thighs at his praise. “Thank you. I’m excited to get started.”
“That’s good, because I can’t wait for everyone to get a taste of your baked treats.” He assists me out of the vehicle and then holds the door open to the bakery. Once inside, I breathe in the delicious smells permeating the air, tasting them on my tongue.
“Mr. Beaumont, Ms. Shaw, good Morning.” She’s a petite blonde who’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
“Good morning, Sara. We’re heading into the kitchen to start baking. Has Myla arrived already?” Although she could be another man for as much attention Julien showed her.
“Yes, she arrived ten minutes ago,” she says with a bright smile.
“Fantastic. And Oliver?” There goes the sunshine in her face.
“Sir, he called in.” She appears nervous after admitting that.
“Did he say why?” Julien bites.
“Only that he wasn’t feeling well.” Something isn’t adding up, and Julien has a weird expression on his face like he’s not quite sure what to make of it.
The second we step into the back, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. I need to make a call after we get settled.” He kisses my cheek, and I smile.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be kissing at work.”
“Woman, I will kiss you wherever I want. You’re mine, even if you work for me. I don’t have a policy about it, and I don’t give two fucks what anyone has to say about it. Let someone doubt your talents. Once they taste your pastries, they’ll bite their tongues.”
I lift my purse off my shoulder and then slip off my coat. A low growl comes from Julien as he takes in my top. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day without bending you over the counter and burying my cock deep inside you.”
“Well, we do have an audience, and the fact that it’s not quite up to code if we fuck with food around.”
“I’d hate to waste good desserts, but some things are just worth it,” he grunts, slamming his mouth to mine. We finally pull apart and then set our things in his office before going into the kitchen area where Myla is working with Thomas, who I haven’t met yet either, but Julien makes the introductions.
“Myla, I haven’t seen you since…what…last September?” I say, walking up to her and giving her a big hug.
She pulls back and smiles. “Yes. It’s been so crazy with classes that I didn’t have time to work in the test kitchens after hours.” She has a family to take care of, and it’s sweet how loving her husband is.
“I’m sorry. Well, at least you’re here, working for Mr. Beaumont.”