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Chapter 4: I Need A Very Strong Drink

The box of sugar decorations slips from my hands, crashing to the floor.

Immediately the couple freezes. Emilia's head jerks around, her dark eyes widening in shock, but it's Dante's gaze that locks on mine. The emotions flash quickly across his expression: surprise, annoyance, and then recognition. By the time he gets to that last one, my feet have come unglued from the floor, and I stumble backwards through the doorway.

But I only make it two steps before I remember the sugar decorations. I curse and hurl myself back into the room, falling immediately to the floor and gathering them up as quickly as I can. I don't dare look at the other two, but I hear the shifting of bodies and clothes as they rise and cover themselves.

Thank God, I think. Half of me was afraid they'd just start going at it again, ignoring the crazy baker girl who interrupted them, and the very thought makes me want to be sick. I'm still in shock. Emilia and Dante. Emilia. And Dante.

My Dante.

Three years ago, he was everything to me. He woke things in me I'd never felt before. Just being near him made my body come alive, set all of my senses on fire. He captured my full attention.

And he still does. He's across the room and I feel like I'm suffocating. Like my body is on overload. I can't breathe. My heart is pounding in my ears, drowning out everything else. Even my fingers feel stiff and clumsy as I grab the broken sugar paste figures and shove them back into their box.

He's here. Having sex with his brother's fiancée. It's bad enough running into him. But to catch him like this, catch him writhing against her...

I wait for him to say my name. To acknowledge that he recognizes me. But there's only silence - and the neck-tingling awareness of their eyes on me. There are a few bits of sugar paste still scattered around, but I don't care. I clamber to my feet and escape as fast as I can. Their gazes burn into my back, and it's a wonder my body hasn't burst into flames.

My whole body is shaking as I dash down the hall, and I'm surprised I even make it back to the ballroom. I can't stop seeing it. Can't stop hearing her moans. His heavy breathing. The sound of their bodies moving together. The image of the two of them together plays over and over again in my head like a horror movie on repeat. I was afraid of running into him, but this... This is far worse than anything I could've imagined.

We made love like that once, with him leaning back in a chair and me moving in his lap. Usually, he liked to be on top, but I was feeling naughty that night - and he was always eager to teach me new positions, inexperienced as I was. It took me a while to get the motion just right, to find my rhythm, but the memory of that night still makes me shiver. I still remember the hard pressure of his grip on my hips. Still remember the ache in the muscles of my inner thighs from straddling him. Still remember the feel of his lips against my neck.

I'm shaking harder now, and my skin is too warm. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. But this is ridiculous - it's been three years. Three years, and I'm falling apart at the sight of him with another woman. In fact, I think I'm going to be sick right into this box of decorations.

Jilly frowns when she sees me. "What's wrong?" Her eyes drop to the box in my hands. "Oh my God, what happened?"

I'm so shaken that it takes me a moment to find my voice. "They fell."

She's around the table in two steps. "Is anything salvageable?"

I force myself to take a deep breath. We still have a job to do, I remind myself. I'm not going to ruin this opportunity for myself just because I walked into my own personal nightmare.

"We'll make it work," I say.

And we do. We find the unbroken pieces and stick the others together with royal icing. It's not quite as strong as my usual sugar paste glue, but it will have to do. And I always make a few extra pieces of décor, so the situation isn't completely dire. The result might not be the perfect cake that I planned, but it's still pretty damn good.

But even though the professional side of me has taken over again, my fingers still tremble as I put the final sugar figurine in its place. My mind is still flooded with images - of his gripping hands, of his eyes glazed with lust, of the two of them moving together - but I try to blink them away and focus on my cake. My entire body is on edge, and my eyes keep wandering toward the door. If he and Emilia walk in here before I can escape, I don't know what I'll do.

"Looks amazing," comes a low, familiar voice from behind me.

I nearly jump out of my skin. I didn't hear Jack come up.

"It's almost done," I say.

"They're going to love it," he says. His eyes flick from the cake up to my face, and a small furrow appears between his brows. "Don't look so terrified, Ashlyn. It's awesome."

I try to force a smile, but Jack knows me well enough to see right through it.

"What's going on?" he says. "You're looking kind of green."

Jilly's on the far side of the table, putting some final details on the cake with royal icing. I step closer to Jack and lower my voice so that only he can hear. "I saw him."

I don't have to specify who he is. Jack's eyes widen.

"Really? I thought he'd still be at the screening. I rushed out of there the moment the credits started rolling."

"He must have sneaked out even earlier than that, because he's here. Emilia too." I start collecting the unused bits of sugar décor. My entire body feels hot again. I know this isn't the place to discuss this - I know that I should be trying to push it out of my mind completely - but the next words pour out of my lips. "I saw them together."

It takes a moment for that to sink in. "You mean like..."

"Together," I repeat. "Having sex."

"Holy shit," Jack says under his breath. "Where? What did you do?"

"I dropped my decorations."

I didn't think it was possible for Jack's eyes to get any bigger, but I was wrong. "Did he see you?"

I nod, too embarrassed to even speak. It's too soon to be reliving this. I just want to crawl into a hole and die of humiliation.

But Jack is not about to let me off the hook.

"What did he say? What did he do? Did he recognize you?" His eyebrows snap together as a thought occurs to him. "Did they even stop?"

"Yes, they stopped," I hiss at him. "And I'm pretty sure he recognized me. But he didn't say anything. Neither did she. They both just stood there while I scrambled to pick everything up." I can only imagine what Dante must be thinking of me right now.

"Shit," Jack says again.

Shit is right. And I can still see him kissing her, still see him thrusting...

"You need a drink," Jack says. "Do you want me to steal you something from the bar?"

I shake my head. "I just need to get out of here."

Jack nods. "I don't blame you." He glances toward the far side of the room. "Brockman is beckoning me. Call me later."

I nod, but I know if I contact him later he'll only want to continue this conversation, and I'm not sure I can relive this again. No, the only thing to do is to go home, drown myself in a bottle of tequila, and try to wipe every last trace of the Devil Himself from my mind.

The Devil, though, is not so easily forgotten.

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