Double Shot by Christine D'Abo Read Free Book Online

but failed miserably. “Thanks.”
    She was about to say something else when the cart hit a hole in the sidewalk concrete. Sadie cried out and Ian lurched to the side, holding up the cart to prevent the whole thing from toppling to the ground.
    “Hold on, let me help.”
    Both Sadie and Ian turned to acknowledge their savior. She wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Blue Eyes for finding himself holding a cake box with a briefcase—while plastered against Ian—or Ian himself.
    “Thank you,” she said when it was clear neither man was about to break their stare. “Can you hold it still while we get it over this hole?”
    “Sure thing.” Blue Eyes grinned over at her. “Not the first time I’ve been asked that.” He winked at Ian.
    It was the first time in all his twenty-seven years that her brother blushed that shade of red.
    Only once Boobs was safe on the other side did Blue Eyes let go of the cart and take a step away from Ian. “Where are you kids heading tonight?”
    “Sadie is catering an event. I’m trying to help her get the cake there in one piece.” Ian rubbed his hands down the front of his pants. “Thanks for the help. We would have lost her if you hadn’t come along.”
    Blue Eyes shrugged. “At least I can now feel grateful I had to stay late for that call to Hong Kong.” The two men stared a moment longer before Blue Eyes cleared his throat. “I better let you two get your cake safely to its destination. Be careful of the Toronto sidewalk sinkholes.”
    “Thanks.” Ian smiled and watched as Blue Eyes walked past them. Only once he was out of ear shot did Ian mutter, “Shit.”
    “What?”
    “I’d promised myself I was going to ask him his name the next time I saw him. I forgot.”
    Sadie chuckled. “It’s his eyes. They’re a distraction.”
    “They are incredibly blue.”
    “Let’s get going. Watch the sidewalk.”
    “How old do you think he is?”
    “No idea.”
    “He must have a decent job if he’s making calls to—”
    “Ian. Focus.”
    “Right. Sorry.”
    By the time they got the cart onto the service elevator, Sadie could feel the sweat trickling down her back. God, if she’d known catering was this demanding, she might have had second thoughts before offering herself up.
    Though she would never have said no to Paul.
    “I can come in with you if you want.” Ian held the elevator door open. “Not that I can stay long.” He glanced over his shoulder down the street. She had the feeling he was hoping to catch sight of Blue Eyes.
    “Go back. I’m sure Paige is freaking out the staff without you there.” Not that Paige knew the first thing about making drinks beyond brewing the coffee. “Paul said he would meet me upstairs at nine and it’s after that now. He can help me get the cake where it needs to be.”
    “Okay. If you’re sure?” Ian leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Break a leg. And don’t forget to take pictures!”
    As the doors slid shut, Sadie’s heart beat faster. In a few minutes she was going to be standing in a sex club serving cake nearly naked. She wasn’t sure if the flutter in her stomach was from nerves or fear. It wasn’t the room full of strangers that freaked her out, though. It was knowing Paul was up there, waiting to see if she’d actually worn the corset he’d given her. She’d have to peel off this jacket and be around him in an outfit that was as far away from her personality as she could get.
    The sound of laugher filtered down to her before the doors even opened. A crowd of waitstaff, all dressed in varying degrees of leather, were zipping around the preparation area the service elevator opened up to. Several heads turned her way, and a few eyes even lingered when she carefully pushed the cart out and slipped off her coat. She kept her face to the wall, taking a few moments to compose herself before hanging up her coat and painting a smile on her face.
    “Sadie!” Josh came through the door, grinning like some sort of