"I was twenty and in college. I was studying to be an accountant." She shook her head. "My father wanted me to have a solid career, one that I could build with his company. He said I had a mind for numbers." Felicity rolled her eyes. "A mind for it, but no passion. The last thing I wanted to do was spend my days as a bean counter for my father's shady business."
Graph absorbed that information. Okay, no respect for Pops. No love, either. She was tense again, her gaze faraway.
Yet, he didn't press her for more details. Instead, he said, "You liked baking."
"I loved it. Still do," she admitted. "That's my true passion. Dessert." She offered a sheepish smile. "As you can see." She gestured toward her voluptuous figure.
He allowed his gaze to linger, demonstrating his appreciation for every lush inch of her.
Felicity blushed.
