A little while later, after I had a quick shower, I sat next to René on the couch, an episode of Arrow playing on the TV screen as he fed me pastries. “You stopped coming to the bakery. Don’t you know you’re the highlight of my day?” He wiped a corner of my mouth. Probably a stray crumb.
I shook my head, my mind still swirling at being seduced on my doorstep and now being hand-fed by the sexiest man alive. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
Then, he gave me one of those treats he’d had me taste-test some months ago. My eyes closed of their own volition and I moaned.
“God, the way you react to this stuff makes me want to f**k you through the floor,” I heard him say, and my eyelids popped open.
“It’s an addiction,” I confessed. “I can’t help it. Put you and baked goods together and I lose
