"Do you eat your cupcakes?"

"Sometimes," I admit.

"Go on then," he goads, pushing my fingers closer to my lips.

"What?" I ask.

Something plays in his expression, but I don't know what it means. "Show me you eat what you bake. Go on." He pushes my fingers past my lips, and I have no choice but to suck the frosting off.

His breathing turns into short pants. Time seems to stand still as neither of us breaks our gaze, and he continues to keep my fingers positioned in my mouth.

For a moment, I forget I'm at work. The chocolatey sweetness dances on my tongue as Sebastian clenches his jaw.

He finally releases my hand and steps back. "Good to know you aren't trying to poison me." His eyes dart down my body, in his lewd way, then back to my eyes.

"Why would I do that?" I inquire, my heart pounding so fast, I wonder if it's possible for it to explode.

He leans into my ear, and in the same voice as in my dream, he murmurs, "Georgia, Georgia, Georgia."

Every time he says my name, I overheat. In my current predicament, it's not helping matters. I squeeze my thighs together, then whisper, "Yes, Sebastian?"

His hot breath hits my ears, and goose bumps break out on my skin. He inhales as if he's smelling me, then adds, "I think you owe me a clean suit."

Dizziness hits me. I grip the part of the jacket with the frosting to steady myself. I reply, "I can take this to the dry cleaners."

He softly chuckles, but it only confuses me.

"You don't want me to?" I blurt out.

He retreats. His lips twitch, and he steps back, slowly unbuttoning his jacket.

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my freaking gosh!

I'd never seen Sebastian without a suit jacket on. He lowers the coat, his muscles flexing just like in my dream before he pushed me onto the hay. I try to tear my eyes off his torso, but it's like they're glued to his pecs.

He tilts my chin, which only adds to my embarrassment. His eyes shine with arrogance, and he slings his coat over his shoulder. "I think we have more important things to discuss, Georgia."

"What?"

He shuts the conference room door, pulls a chair away from the table, and motions for me to sit.

I obey and wait for him.

He takes the chair next to me and states, "I have a proposal for you."

The hairs on my neck rise. I tilt my head and furrow my eyebrows. "A proposal?"

He grins, which is the first time I've ever seen him smile. My heart skips a beat as he asks, "How would you like to get your cupcake bakery started in the New Year?"

Shocked, I gape at him, unsure how to answer.

Amusement fills his expression. He stays quiet.

I blurt out, "Is this a trick?"