Page 33 of Blind Date
“You’ll see.” I followed him down to this office.
When I stepped inside, I couldn’t believe it was bigger than my entire apartment.
“Wow. This is your office?”
“It is.” He sat behind his desk. “Are you going to tell me what’s in the box and why you’re here?”
“I bring you,” I grinned, lifting the lid, “pastries. We have donuts, cookies, and these delicious cinnamon rolls.”
“But why?” He looked up at me.
“Why not?” I took one of the cinnamon rolls from the box and handed it to him. “Try it.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Do you not like cinnamon rolls? Because if you don’t, something is wrong with you.”
“I love cinnamon rolls. I just don’t want it right now.”
“Just take a bite,” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“Samantha, what is going on here?”
“Just humor me, Wes, and take a damn bite.”
He inhaled a sharp breath as he lifted the cinnamon roll to his mouth and bit into it. I watched every emotion cross his face.
“There it is.” I grinned.
He looked up at me. “What is this?”
“A cinnamon roll.” My brows furrowed.
“No. This is not a cinnamon roll.”
“It literally is a cinnamon roll,” I said.
“No.” He shook his head. “I’ve had cinnamon rolls before.
“Apparently, you’re confused and haven’t,” I said.
Chapter Fourteen
Weston
I took another bite. It was unlike anything I’d ever had.
“How have I lived thirty-two years without a cinnamon roll like this? Where did you get this from?” I reached inside the box and grabbed another.
“Whoa, slow down.” Samantha laughed.
It was great to see her, but I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why she showed up at my office with a box of pastries.
“I can’t.” I took a big bite.
“You absolutely can,” she said.
“No,” I replied without hesitation. “Now, where did you get these? I’m going to have my secretary bring them in every morning."
