Deadly Obsession

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Have a nice night Mrs. Roger, I hope you enjoy the sugar cookies." I said waving goodbye as I watched her exit the shop holding the batch of cookies.

"You know I will dear, be safe." I smiled. She's such a nice lady. I went back to cleaning the counter being sure not to miss a spot.

I opened up my bakery three years ago. Gran and I thought it would be something fun we could do together to help with things around the house.

In the beginning it was nothing more then a coffee shop down stairs in our home, that is until Gran passed away. I did everything I could to keep the business going although it was very difficult at first. I didn't know what to do without Gran, I almost gave up and shut down the coffee shop but I knew I had to keep going if not for myself at least for Gran.

Once I got the hang of it I decided to turn the coffee shop into a bakery. I love to cook and I knew the bakery be something I'd enjoy to do. The bakery was much easier to run with some help and soon I named it Sugar Sweets Street Bakery or Triple S for short.

I focused on scrubbing the coffee stain off the counter when I heard someone clear their throat gaining my attention. I looked up and saw a man sitting on one of the stools looking so business like.

"Are you Gabrielle Lane?" I smiled extending my hand.

"That's me, but please call me Gabby." The man nodded shaking my hand.

"My name is Carter Scott, I wanted to talk about your shop. You have a very nice business going on here, how is it your sweets are so... sweet?" He asked sounding genuinely curious.

"They're just things I throw together in the kitchen and scribble down in my secret recipe book... I had it for ages now."

"And what is it you put in it?" I knitted my brows together.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a secret Mr. Scott." I said shaking my head. I mean wasn't that obvious.

"Of course, I know with a place like this, things can sometimes get overwhelming. A young girl like yourself taking on a big and well known place like this, it must get hard at times. I'm willing to buy this place and take it off your hands." He told me as if he was trying to do me a favor. I frowned. He wasn't much older then me, at least in his mid twenties, but the way he spoke made it sound like I was too young to run my business.

"Well I'm very grateful for the concern but it's not tiring at all. I love being able to make my customers happy, not saying it doesn't get hard at times. I mean not everything is as easy as pie but I'm learning as I go along. So thanks for the offer but no thank you." He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head. He pulled out a small card from his suit pocket and placed it on the counter.

"I understand, but if you ever change your mind please give me a call." I grabbed his card letting my eyes scan over it. I glanced at him then back at the business card.

"Is this your way of giving me your number?" I teased. His eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh at his reactions. "I'm only teasing Mr. Scott." The corner of his mouth twitched up before he nodded and went to leave.

"It was nice meeting you." With the cloth still in my hand I waved goodbye to him.

He smiled. "You too Ms. Lane, and I hope you think over my offer." This man does not know how to take no for an answer.