N. Walters - Craving Candy

Her head jerked up and she gasped, her cheeks turning pink.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again. “Candy, are you busy?” The doorknob turned and a woman walked in. Lucas managed to seat Candy back in her chair and take a step away from her before the new arrival realized that there was someone else in the office. She looked startled but recovered quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know Ms. Logan was busy. I’ll come back later.”

“That okay. We’re done… for now.” He left those last two words hanging in the air. It was up to Candy now. She knew his terms. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her, but he forced himself to walk across the room. It was surprisingly difficult given the tightness of his pants. He saw the other woman’s eyes widen in surprise, but thankfully she refrained from making any comment.

When he got to the door, he turned back. Candy was still sitting in her chair, looking slightly stunned. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks were rosy and her hair was a bit more mussed. But other than that, she appeared almost exactly as she had when he’d arrived. “Enjoy your brownies.”

As he turned to walk out the door, he tossed one parting challenge over his shoulder. “I’ll wait for your call.”

Feeling much better in spite of his unrequited sexual desire, he sauntered toward the elevator, already planning what he’d make Candy for dessert.

Missy never took her eyes from Lucas as he strolled out of the office. She carefully closed the door and turned toward Candy. “Should I even ask?” Before she could respond, Missy was shaking her head. “Forget I said that. I have to know.”

Seating herself comfortably in one of the chairs, Missy propped her elbows on the arms and steepled her fingers together in anticipation. She waited quietly for about thirty seconds before her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Girl, who is that hunk of man who just left here? I know I interrupted something. With the heat level in here, I’m surprised y’all didn’t set off the sprinkler system.”

Candy pushed a lock of hair out of her face and blew out a breath. “That, my dear, was Lucas Squires.”

Missy’s mouth dropped open and then abruptly clamped shut. “You’re joking.”

Her friend’s reaction made her grin. It was rare that anything ever ruffled Missy’s composure. “Nope.” Ignoring the dampness between her thighs and the desire still flooding her body, she leaned forward and picked up the white box from her desk. She offered it to Missy. “Here, have one of these. You’ll definitely feel better.”

Missy plucked a brownie from the box and took a large bite. More slowly, Candy selected another of the chocolate treats, bit into it and allowed the flavors to explode on her tongue. She knew what to expect. Her friend, on the other hand, was in for a surprise.

First Missy frowned, then she began to chew more slowly and her eyes closed as she continued to eat. She swallowed and moaned with pleasure before opening her eyes and staring at the remaining piece of brownie in her hand.

Candy took another tiny bite while she waited. Missy eventually looked at her, then back at the brownie and then back to her again. “Please tell me he didn’t make these?”

Nodding smugly, Candy chewed and swallowed, refusing to talk while she still had chocolate in her mouth. “He made them for me this morning.”

“Omigod. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

A wave of jealousy washed through her at Missy’s casual comment and her entire body stiffened. She’d always been insecure about her own looks and didn’t want to think what might happen if Missy made a play for Lucas.

“I want him.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew they were the absolute truth. She did want him. Badly. She wanted to have dinner with him and spend time getting to know him as they promoted his book. But most of all, she wanted to sleep with him.

She’d never reacted to any other man she’d ever met the way she did to Lucas. There was an earthiness about him that drew her. The man oozed bad boy sex appeal with his jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket. The explosiveness of their first two meetings guaranteed she’d be more than sexually satisfied if she decided to take him up on his offer. But why did she always seem to attract men who weren’t good for her?

Candy wanted a stable man in her life. One who was responsible, dependable, made a decent living, worked hard and paid his taxes. Maybe that sounded boring, but after the examples of her father and brother, Candy wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.

But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a fling with Lucas. The man never said he wanted a long-term relationship. He’d quite bluntly stated that he wanted to fuck her. She licked her suddenly dry lips, almost hearing him whisper the words as he kissed her.

“Mmm.” Candy jerked up her head in time to watch Missy swallow the last of her brownie. “Okay, you can have him, but only if I get more of these.” Sighing, she sat up straight and gave the box a baleful stare. “But enough of this. What happened at the party yesterday afternoon?”

Candy debated exactly how much to share with her friend, but in the end, she spilled it all. Okay, maybe not quite all the graphic details, but the gist of what had happened.

“So let me get this straight.” Missy ticked each item off on her fingers as she listed them. “You didn’t know who he was?” When Candy nodded, she continued. “But you ended up almost having sex with him in a storage room?” Again, she paused for confirmation. “Then he shows up with these amazing brownies for you this morning?” Missy’s gaze wavered toward the white box before coming back to Candy. “He’ll do the promotion, but only if you have dinner with him, which really means he wants to have hot monkey sex with you? Am I right?”

“I wouldn’t call it hot monkey sex.” Missy arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her. “Okay, maybe I would,” Candy conceded. “But you can see the problem, right?”

“Are you nuts?” Missy sat forward in her chair, reached across the desk and grabbed Candy’s hand. “This guy is hot for you. I swear I saw steam rising off the both of you when I walked into the room. All jokes aside, though, in all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you react like this to any man. You owe it to yourself to take a chance.”

She wanted so badly to believe her friend. “But what about conflict of interest?”

“Girl, you’re not his lawyer, doctor or priest. You’re his publicist. You’ll work with him for a few weeks now and maybe a few weeks after the book is released and then you’ll both go on to other things. You have other clients and he has a business to run. Who is going to care if you start a relationship?”

“That’s what Lucas said.” Candy could feel the tight ball of tension that had been in the pit of her stomach since yesterday evening loosen ever so slightly.

Missy nodded as she squeezed Candy’s fingers. “See, he is a man of good sense. He had brains enough to see past your armor to the woman beneath.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Candy, honey, I love you like a sister, but look at yourself. You wear bland suits in the wrong size and send out do not touch vibes to every man you meet.”

Missy’s words appalled her. “I do not.” She felt the absurd need to defend her sensible, if slightly dull, suits. “This suit is businesslike and appropriate. I don’t want to pick up men at work. I don’t want to pick men up at all.” She startled herself with her last statement.

“I know you don’t. Ever since you and Gary broke up, you’ve pulled into a shell. That was over a year ago, Candy. It’s time to move on, or at least live a little and have some fun. Maybe Lucas isn’t a forever kind of man, or maybe he is, but you’ll never know if you don’t try.” Missy released her hand and stood. “I don’t want to see you bury yourself any longer. There’s more to life than just work. You’re both consenting adults, so there’s no problem if you want to have dinner.” Missy offered her last few words with a sly, teasing smile and a wink. “Or hot monkey sex.”

“I’ll think about it.” Her friend had certainly given her a lot to mull over.

“You do that, but you let me know the second you’ve set a date for dinner with Lucas.”

“You’re so sure that I’ll agree to his terms.” Candy picked up a pen and began to tap it nervously against the top of her desk.

“Yes. You’re stubborn, not stupid. And we’re going shopping for an outfit that will knock the man’s socks off.” Glancing at her watch, she sighed. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to go for an early coffee break, but we’ve pretty much used up the time.”

Candy smiled at the other woman, already intrigued by the idea of shopping for something special to wear for her date. She was darned lucky to have as supportive and understanding a friend as Missy. “Here.” She pushed the white bakery box closer. “Take one for the road.”

Missy squealed with joy, snagged a brownie and was out the door in a flash, obviously not about to give Candy the chance to change her mind. Her “see you later” drifted through the door. The sound of her heels tapping quickly as she hurried back down the hall to her office faded in the distance.

Candy pulled out her file on Lucas’ book and her calendar, opened them and tried to pick out the best ten promotional opportunities. She didn’t think he’d agree to more than four or five, but she wanted to be prepared. Her eyes strayed to the phone, but she forced herself to look away. “Stay strong,” she muttered as she snagged the last brownie from the box. Lucas had made her wait. Now it was his turn.

“Fuck!” Lucas swore as he bashed his thumb. Tossing the hammer to the floor in disgust, he glared at his throbbing hand.

“That’s no way to treat good tools.” The male voice was filled with amusement.

Lucas grimaced, his thumb throbbing, as he offered his friend a wry smile. T. S. MacNamara, general contractor and longtime friend, was leaning against the doorjamb, shaking his head. “Obviously, it’s not safe to put a hammer in your hands today. What’s up?”

Lucas hesitated. T. S. was his oldest friend and knew him better than anyone else, even Katie. He and T. S. had been in prison together when they were in their late teens and early twenties. Their very youth, and the fact that they weren’t considered to be hardened criminals or high-risk inmates, had resulted in them both getting jobs in the kitchen. They’d banded together for safety’s sake and had become close friends. They knew things about each other that no one else did. In fact, Lucas was sure that nobody else knew T. S.’s real name.

“Ah.” His friend nodded sagely. “It’s either money or women, and I know it’s not money.” Pushing away from the doorjamb, he sauntered into the room. “Or maybe it is money. I know for sure that this place is putting a dent in your pocketbook. Your contractor is a little pricey, but you get what you pay for.” He flashed a roguish grin. “Should I worry about my next payment?”

Lucas laughed, something he rarely did. His friend had always been able to do that for him, even when they were in prison. T. S. showed an easygoing, humorous side to the world, but behind it, Lucas knew, lay a man who fought his own share of nightmares and demons.

They’d both made something out of their lives, though— Lucas with his coffee shop and T. S. with his carpentry skills. When Lucas had purchased the building, he knew there was only one man he’d trust to do the renovations. Yes, he was a little expensive, but the work was first-rate quality. And Lucas didn’t have to worry about his contractor fleecing him or running out on him. That counted for a lot.

“What would you say if I told you it was money?”

This time it was T. S. who laughed. “Send my work crew to another job site and then roll up my sleeves and teach you how to use a hammer properly.” Leaning over, he picked up the tool, examined it and laid it in the nearby toolbox. “Seriously though, is it money?”

“No, it’s not money.” Lucas rubbed a hand across the base of his neck, trying to loosen the stiff muscles. As every hour went by, the tension in his neck and shoulders got worse. It was midafternoon and Candy still hadn’t called. He knew because he was carrying his cell phone in his pocket and checking the damned thing every half-hour or so to make sure it was still working.

T. S. ambled over to a cooler in the corner, lifted the cover and pulled out a couple of cans. He opened one and took a swig before heading back over to where Lucas was still standing and offering him the unopened beer. “If it’s a woman, then you need this.”