Annoyed with myself, I bit into the doughnut and nearly moaned as my taste buds practically orgasmed. It had been so long since I ate the fried, sugary yumminess.

“You like?” Brock asked, his heavy hooded gaze on me.

Mouth full, I nodded.

His smile was swift and wide. “Good.” His gaze flicked away from a moment. “You know what this reminds me of?”

I raised my brows since my mouth was full.

“When we used to sit in the kitchen late at night, because you decided you wanted brownies or cake,” he said.

Swallowing the sticky goodness, I picked up my can of soda. I didn’t want to reminisce with him, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Actually, you wanted brownies or cake.”

He chuckled. “That’s a revisionist history of events.”

I cast him a sidelong look.

“Okay. I was the one who wanted to eat the baked brownies or cake, but you wanted to make it because you wanted the raw cake and brownie mix.” His thick lashes lowered. “You still do that?”

“Never.” I did just that two days ago.

The look on his face said he knew the truth. Neither of us talked as we finished off the doughnuts, leaving one in the carton—one that I would definitely eat once he left.

“So, I came here to talk to you.” Brock wiped his fingers off on the paper towel as his gaze slid in my direction. “Because I’m disappointed.”

I frowned as I cleaned the stickiness from my fingers. “In what?”

“You.”

“Excuse me?” I leaned back.

Rolling the towel up, he dropped it in the brown paper bag. “When you decided to stay and work with me—”

“For you,” I corrected.

“For me.” He dipped his chin and grinned, peering up at me through those impossibly thick lashes. “I didn’t think you would spend the entire time hiding from me.”

Oh crap.

I fixed a blank expression on my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” His tone was sly. “The only time I see you is when we’re in a meeting with the staff.”

“That sounds normal,” I argued.

“And whenever I happen to walk out of my office, you’re suddenly on the phone.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “Well, I’m making a lot of calls, checking the prices of advertisements and trying to find—”

“Uh-huh. And it’s real convenient those calls only seem to take place when I’m not in my office.”

I forced a casual shrug.

“And how do I know that?” he rested his chin in his palm, looking way too smug. “I checked today. I called Steve. You know, he sits directly in front of you, and I asked if you were on the phone.”

Oh no.

“He said no, but guess what?”

I said nothing.

Brock waited.

Sighing, I folded my arms. “What?”