SADIE
My eyes liftedto the clock hanging above the stove. It was 10:30. Well past the timeframe that a certain someone stopped by.
No Mr. Smolder today.
I guess I didn’t have to call him Mr. Smolder anymore now that I knew his name.
Alex.
Alex Vaughn.
Mr. Vaughn.
Nah, I’d stick with Mr. Smolder.
This was the longest stretch he’d gone without stopping by since I’d opened the shop. I wondered if it had anything to do with his new title, or that I’d acted like such a dork the last time he’d been in, when I blurted out that I was on a dating sabbatical.
Either way, he’d ghosted me. I wasn’t sure if it could technically be considered a ghosting since I was pretty sure he didn’t even know my name, but that’s what it felt like.
I’d read and reread his article more times than I wanted to admit. It was strange that I now knew so much more about his life and yet I felt like somehow, I knew him even less. In addition to pouring over the article, I’d also googled him. He had an Instagram and Twitter account but there were no personal pictures of friends or family on either. There were zero selfies, which didn’t surprise me at all. He didn’t exactly strike me as the selfie taking type. All of the content on the pages were work related.
I had to admit I had been hoping for a gym shot or two. But to my eternal dismay, no such photographic masterpieces existed.
The man had to work out, though. I was absolutely certain that beneath the tailored suits there was a body of an Adonis. And Charli was right, he was dripping with BDE.
As I stirred the chocolate I planned on using for tomorrow’s cupcakes, I imagined dripping it on his BD and licking it off. My body tingled as the imagery of the scene played out in my mind. Me on my knees before him, his manhood coated with chocolatey goodness, my tongue licking every drop and then some, off of him.
“Oh shit.” I cursed beneath my breath when the distinct scent of burnt chocolate drifted up to my nostrils. I pulled it off the fire and walked to the sink to dump it.
Thankfully, Yana was out back on the phone with her sister in Poland, so she hadn’t witnessed my rookie baking move. I made quick work of disposing of the evidence and walked back up to the front.
I’d finalize tomorrow’s specials later this afternoon. Maybe by then, my head and heart would be in it. My concentration had been shot this past week. I’d never been prone to fantasies. About men, that is. Desserts, yes. Penises, not so much. But there was something about Mr. Smolder that had awoken a side of me that I’d never known existed. A wanton, hedonistic side.
I closed my eyes and pictured Mr. Smolder walking into the bakery, bypassing the counter and pushing me up against the wall.
“I missed you,” he whispers roughly as his hand threads into my hair and his mouth crushes down onto mine. The kiss starts out PG but quickly ramps up to an NC-17 rating. His hands are everywhere. Touching me. Caressing me. Teasing me. When his fingers dip between my legs as his tongue slides against mine, my back arches and I gasp… My dirty thoughts were interrupted when the bell above the door chimed.
My eyes flew open, and I smiled when I saw two of my favorite customers walk in. “Hello Lexi. Hi Mrs. Garrett.”
When I noticed Mrs. Garrett’s complexion, that smile fell. Her normally olive complexion appeared sallow. Her skin looked gray and thin, almost translucent. Lexi seemed oblivious of her grandma’s condition and rushed to the display case and plastered against it as she looked at the donuts.
“Is it a hot one out there?” I asked wondering if the weather had caused her apparent dehydration. “Can I get you some water?”
“That would be nice.” Mrs. Garrett replied and when she blinked, I noted that her eyelids seemed to be heavy.
I came out from behind the counter and grabbed one of the bistro-style chairs. “Here, why don’t you sit down. I’ll grab you a water.”
Mrs. Garrett nodded, and I turned to walk to the refrigerated display to grab a water.
I’d just opened the door when I heard Lexi ask, “Are you okay, Gigi?”
There was no answer but a second later I heard a thud and then a shrill scream. I spun around and found Mrs. Garrett had passed out and was on the floor.
“Yana! Call nine one one!” I screamed as I rushed over to Mrs. Garrett.
Lexi was by her side, crying, “Gigi! Gigi! Wake up!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay!” I picked Lexi up and set her on the chair.
