Cin Wikkid: April Fools For Love - Plot & Excerpts
Green, not black, and peppers, not olives. Honestly, you’re the worst sandwich girl ever.” The customer’s mouth thinned in disapproval, her red lipstick making the expression even more severe. Cinderella, plastic-gloved hand dipped in the black olives, bit back a retort. Sandwich girl? She was twenty-two. She’d outgrown braids, skinned knees, and “girl” a long time ago. But the customer had a point. Her head certainly wasn’t in the sub game. Can we meet? She wasn’t sure what exactly about that phrase scared her so much. She only knew that last night, she’d made some excuse about being too cold to text any more and shut her tablet down, shutting Rafe down, to run home to her bed, where she got barely a wink of sleep. The wink she did get was plagued by erotic dreams. Can we meet? Getting up today, she was not only tired and cranky, she was hot and bothered.
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