The Sweet Shoppe

[Alerdene]

For anyone who has seen Like Water For Chocolate or read the book, the premise of this story might be a tad familiar. But this is more about Mia's love life, not her customers. Closed for now for Jushorny and myself, though invitations may be extended later for one or two.

The Sweet Shoppe

ooc - Mia (pronounced My-a) Jadin is a 26 year old business owner. She's just started her own small bakery and candy shop and is slowly building a small following. Her chocolate creations seem to have an unusual effect on most who taste them... an almost sensual, sexual effect.

IC

Mia walked out from the back and flipped the small sign to say open, unlocking the door as she did so. Her long chestnut hair with it's golden highlights, was pinned up high on her head with a pair of black lacquered chopsticks. Her feet were bare as she walked through the quiet shop, her maroon short skirt and knit v-neck shirt had spots of flour dusted along them; the apron she wore had even more. The apron was an ivory color with a saying looking as if it were written from melted chocolate, 'Forget love, I'd rather fall in chocolate'. She walked back around the counter, flipping on the light in the glass showcase and smiling as she looked at the freshly baked pastries that sat there, ready to tempt customers into letting them melt in their mouth. Dusting off a spot of flour from her skirt, she smiled as she remembered someone once asking her why she dressed nicely when she knew she was going to get dusty and sticky from the delicious things she made. She'd merely shrugged and said that she enjoyed her work, it was sensual the things chocolate could do to a person and she wanted to feel sensual while she made them. Perhaps if she could impart a sliver of her feelings into each candy, cake, or cookie, then the person eating them would feel sexier as well.

Her philosophy seemed to work well as her little bakery and candy shop was slowly becoming busier and busier, with a good deal of repeat and word of mouth business. She'd been there since 3am this morning making the morning's pastries and fresh breads. Normally Jean was here to help her, but she'd just ran off to California with her newest lover, leaving Mia with no help whatsoever. But there was no time to think of that now. She looked up, a smile forming on her full lips that somehow always looked as if she were pouting. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat in the back, her silvery eyes sparkling with delight as she welcomed her first customer of the day.

Good morning Annabelle. It's lovely to see you so early this morning!

The middle aged woman blushed slightly as she walked to the counter, a smile on her face as well.

Mia, you know I can't resist. Why ever since I started bringing those chocolate muffins home for breakfast Charlie's been well... nearly insatiable.

The woman blushed again as she pointed at the huge muffins, a deep dark chocolate with even more fudgy chocolate liquified in their warm centers.

I'll take two, as usual.

Chuckling at Annabelle, she reached into the showcase with a tissuepaper and grabbed two of the large muffins, putting them into a small bakery sack. Winking at the woman, she tossed in two larged hand-dipped strawberries as well.

Try those after the muffins Annabelle, they'll do wonders for his strength.

She smiled and handed the woman the sack, taking her money and handing her change. Watching her as she pushed open the door and waved the sack back at Mia.

Have a wonderful day Annabelle and tell that husband of yours hello.

She turned to wash her hands and glanced up as the jingling bell over the door rang again several times in a row. The morning passed quickly and it wasn't long before most of the pastries and bread were gone, merely crumbs remaining. Her hair was slipping and her clothes showed even more flour dust on them, but her eyes were sparkling with happiness. There was nothing she loved more then seeing people enjoy the things she made with her own hands. Whether it be a simple muffin or a custom cake or candy, the look on their face of pure ecstasy gave her shivers every time she saw it.

It was noon and walking over to the door, she locked it and flipped a new sign she'd just made the day before over. It explained she was short-staffed and would be closed until 3pm while she worked on things for the evening crowd, along with any custom orders she had. She pushed a stray strand of hair off of her cheek and walked back to the door heading towards the back, pushing it open and inhaling the deep scent of chocolate and baking cakes. Standing at the door, she loosened the chopsticks and twisted her hair up tightly in a bun, poking the sticks back through to hold it in place. She washed her hands again and got to work.

Two hours later, she had finished two birthday cakes that were for that evening and a pile of assorted chocolate bon-bons, all hand dipped of course. She had a perpetual fountain of warm chocolate bubbling over itself for whatever use she could think of. It had cost her a small fortune but she thought it was worth it. It allowed her to mix her own chocolates to just the right temperature and sheen before using them in... well... everything! Going to the ovens, she took out the baking bread and let it begin to cool as she worked on several assorted desserts, tarts and bread puddings. Every day was different, she made what she felt, there was no telling what she'd have available. The only thing you could be sure of is that it would include plenty of chocolate.

People told her that her chocolate was different... special. It made them feel special and sensual when they ate it. This pleased her to no end and she strove to be sure every piece of candy was creamy and smooth, every pastry light and fluffy, every cake, moist and perfect. She laughed most times when people like Annabelle tried to tell her that her food was magical, that it could do things for people they hadn't done in ages. If that was the case, she wasn't sure why it didn't work for her. There was no denying that she felt sexy and sensual most times and did her best to look appealing for her customers. But it'd been a long time since she'd had a lover, the last had been before the bakery was even open. He'd left telling her he had no time for a woman who wanted a business of her own. He wanted someone who would focus on him, which she'd been more then happy to do, but not well enough apparently. She frowned as she realized she was thinking about him and she popped a small piece of fudge into her mouth and sighed happily as it melted against her tongue.

Mmmmm, who needs sex when you have chocolate anyway.

She giggled at herself and began moving the fresh candy and bread to the front. The cakes, she boxed and set next to the old fashioned cash register. She had a computer in the back for her inventory and books, but up front, she preferred nothing modern, her shop looking as if it could come from a corner in oldtime Italy somewhere. When all was ready for her to reopen, she redid her hair, in the soft, pinned up look of that morning and went to reopen the door, smiling as Chris came running in almost immediately. She glanced around as he went straight to the dipped fruit counter and began looking at it. She held back a frown as she noticed there really wasn't as much ready as she would have liked. It was hard, having to work the front and the back by herself. She'd have to do something about that soon.

Good afternoon Chris, what are you looking for today?

Ohhh Mia, some of those divine cherries. I swear they made Emma do things...

His voice trailed off as his cheeks turned a bright pink.

Well nevermind, but she really likes them, do you have anymore?

Smiling at him and reaching down below the counter, she came up with a small tray of plump cherries dipped with a deep, dark chocolate from her beautiful fountain.

I have a few, how many did you want?

All of them!

he blurted before laughing at himself.

Well yes, I'll take them all this time.

She grinned as she boxed them up for him and sent him on his way, picking up one of the cake boxes as she saw Mrs. Simmons coming in.

Mrs. Simmons, your husbands cake is here, I hope he enjoys it.

She watched the new wife peek in and her eyes lit up at the sight of the realistic looking torso in a bikini.

It's perfect, he'll love it! And so will his brother!

She paid and took the cake, promising to send her mother-in-law in to look around after the party.

The afternoon and early evening passed as quickly as the morning did as she laughed and chatted and flirted with various customers. Noticing finally that it was after 7pm, she pushed her hair back once again and began walking towards the door, tired, but knowing she had things to do to get ready for tomorrow morning. She was about to lock the door, when Alex pushed it open, begging her to let him in. Smiling she waited as he walked in,

Oh good, I caught you. I have to have some of those little apple tarts you make. With the chocolate caramel.

She frowned, unsure she had any left, but went in back and managed to produce two that she'd been going to take upstairs with her. Smiling as she boxed them, she tilted her head,

Is that it tonight Alex? Just the tarts? Ohh wait! I want you to try something for me, it's my newest creation!

She ran into the back and retrieved a tiny tray from a warming bin on the oven and brought it out. It looked like a tiny version of a cupcake, but it was bitesize. In reality it was a bit of a brownie with a molten center, similar to her muffins in the morning, but a bit more of a spicy kick to the chocolate.

She picked one up and held it to his lips, laughing as he quickly opened his lips to close over her fingers, taking the small morsel into his mouth. Pulling her hand back she grinned and waited as he chewed and his eyes closed.

Ya big flirt.

Mmmmmmm, oh my God Mia, you're a beautiful person. Can I Have the rest? Please? Jenna would do anything for a taste of that heaven, and I do mean anything.

She grinned again at the mention of his new girlfriend who he'd told her about two days ago.

Of course you can. It's not too different? Not as sweet as you would think...

He shook his head quickly and grabbed her by the shoulders, planting a firm kiss on her lips before she could move.

They're perfect, you'll see! Make some for tomorrow and they'll be gone in ten minutes, I swear. Man if only I hadn't met Jenna a few weeks ago, I swear I'd be begging you to marry me.

She laughed at him as she boxed the small brownies and slapped him playfully on the rear end as he walked to the door.

Get out of here you scoundrel before I spirit you away to my room.

She closed the door and locked it, turning the sign to closed before she leaned against it, sighing slightly. It was a wonderful feeling to have someone so happy with her creations, but she couldn't help but think of the way his lips felt against hers. It'd been too long apparently. She glanced down at the saying on her apron and laughed again.

Geeez Mia, you know chocolate's more reliable then men anyday! What's wrong with you.

Walking to the back slowly, she realized there was no way she could do this for long. Taking a white board that was usually used to hold a single layer cake, she searched in her drawer for a marker, finally finding a red one. She marked quickly on the sign and went to prop it in the window before disappearing into the back to get to work again.

The red marking shone easily into the dim light her window display provided, the words merely saying, 'Help Wanted'.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I sat alone in my one bedroom apartment again tonight. Listening to music, watching TV, playing on the computer, not really doing much of anything. I had no idea what I was watching, had no idea what music was playing. I seemed to sit here by myself, contemplating my life a lot lately. Don't really remember the last time I laughed, or went out, or got excited about something.

At the age of 22 I had graduated in May, with an MBA, been pounding the pavement ever since. I just couldn't seem to find the job for me. Don't get me wrong, I was picky about what I would accept in the beginning, but after time passed and the job prospects dried up I became less and less concerned about the position being offered. Then a long telephone conversation with my dad, him making a final attempt to straighten his son out, well, by then, just about any job in business would suit me. I just could not understand. All my life I worked hard, I studied hard, I threw everything I had into anything I did. I knew in order to get somewhere one had to work hard and I was not adverse to working hard.

Needing to provide for myself I reluctantly took a summer job in construction. Reluctant in the fact that it was not in business. I did enjoy the work. I was excited again, I loved going to work, putting forth my best effort. My body was built for it, 6', 200 lbs, played all sports. Not overly muscled, but very toned and this summer job helped my body even more. I enjoyed doing the hard work as well as the fine carpentry. Nothing like getting up on a hot summer day, shirtless, pounding away, sweat running down my back nailing the roof rafters in place. At the end of the day you could see how much you had accomplished. Then there was the fine carpentry, working with your hands, sawing, fitting, nailing small fine ornate pieces of woodwork together. Some days I thought maybe I missed my calling, that's how much I enjoyed the job. With winter approaching, the company had to let me go, They made sure I knew it was not due to my talents, it was just that time of year. So here I am, once again, unemployed and looking.

Then there was my girlfriend. I could write a book about our relationship. But I loved her so, or at least I thought I did. I adored her and she adored me. However, the months of me working construction, not using the knowledge I had gained in college, well, that didn't bode well with her. We began arguing more and more. She didn't realize how hard I had been trying, or didn’t care, I wasn't sure which. Anyway, long and short of it, she had left me about a month ago. We still talk occasionally, maybe once a week or so, but she is living in her own place now.

Tonight I had to get out of this apartment. I was beginning to go crazy. I needed a job, I needed to get my girl back. I had to come up with some idea, some plan, on how I could accomplish all of that. I needed to get the excitement, the love for life back again. I decided to head outside, walk, the fresh air would do me good. It was a cool brisk winter night. The wind hitting my face, making me feel refreshed. I walk and walked, not really knowing where I was headed. Along the shopping area, passing antique shops, clothing shops, shoe stores, the area in town where all the ladies loved to visit. I noticed a sign in a window, “Help wanted”. I looked up and discovered “The Sweet Shoppe”.

Remembering back I realized my girlfriend had been there once. The night I graduated she brought home the most delicious chocolate candies. I remember, because I of the love making that this chocolate had inspired in both of us. We made love that night and all the next day. Eating the chocolate, piece by piece, sharing it between each other, feeding it to each other. I often wondered why we had not returned for more. I stood looking through the shop window, wondering just what type of help the shop owner wanted. Pastries, cakes, candies, I wondered, could I possibly have any talent that would help?

Walking back towards my apartment I considered whether I should apply or not. I mean a business degree, construction work, high school job as a landscaper and also in a hardware store, all of my past experience had nothing to do with this type of work. Maybe that was why I decided to go for it. It would be a totally new experience, something I could throw myself into. I began to feel better already. It might be a tough sell, to sell myself to the shop owner given my experience, but what the hell. I had used my powers of persuasion before quite successfully, I was sure I could convince the owner, whether it be a male or female, that I could do the job and do it well.

I laid in bed, dreaming of a new profession, well at least a new job. I outlined in my head what I would say, how I would sell myself to the shop owner. I thought about my clothes for the interview. How does one dress when applying for a job and a sweet Shoppe?

Awaking very early I showered and cleaned myself up. I shaved my beard, leaving only a slight goatee thinking it would be a cleaner look that would be needed for this job. I was happy I kept my hair short, well not really short, but it was always trimmed and rarely looked messy unless that was the look I was going for. I pulled on a pair of beige cargo pants and black button down shirt. I didn’t want to look too business like, but also did not want to look like a disheveled 22 year old guy with nothing going for himself.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, I headed towards The Sweet Shoppe. I was determined to get their the minute the shop opened. I was going to put forth my best effort to get this job. Getting there I was happy to see it was not yet opened. I stood by the window waiting………

 

[Alerdene]

She stayed in the bakery playing with recipes, different chocolate blends, making doughs and sauces for the next day. Measuring ingredients into bowls and covering them so the next morning she could merely add the wet ingredients and have them going in a matter of minutes. It was 11pm when she finally forced her tired body up the stairs to her spacious apartment.

She took a scalding hot shower, the water cascading down around her as she stood there half leaning against the wall. Finally wrapping a short robe around herself and a towel around her hair, she went out and fixed herself half a sandwich, eating it as she sipped a glass of wine. It was midnight when she fell exhausted into bed, sleep overtaking her almost immediately.

His arms wrapped around her, his hands gliding down over her bare skin as her mouth came to his in a blazing kiss that made her tingle all over. Her hand dropped between their naked bodies and her fingers curled lightly around his hard...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

She sat up like a bolt, confused and disoriented for a moment, a groan coming from her as she realized it was a dream. A wonderfully erotic, sensual dream, but still a dream. There was no wonderfully toned man lying naked in her bed for her to devour, merely a noisy alarm clock going off at 2:30am and an empty bakery downstairs for her to fill with goodies within four hours time.

She nearly crawled from the bed, her head groggy from only having a little more then two hours sleep. She took another shower, her hair pinned up this time and managed to wake up somewhat. Grabbing a midnight blue jersey short sleeve dress that stopped just above her knees, she tossed it on the bed as she pulled on a black lace thong and bra. Pulling the dress over her head, she smiled at the tight dress which clung to her high, full breasts and curves and moved with every move she did. She loved to wear this dress while she worked, it was casual and comfortable, yet there was something terribly sexy about the way it clung to her as well. She pinned her hair up tightly with the chopsticks again and applied a bit of makeup before heading downstairs.

Flipping on all the lights, she set about making herself a cup of hot chocolate. Who needed coffee in the mornings when you could have chocolate. Sipping the warm liquid, she walked around in her bare feet. Another benefit of being the owner. She didn't have to wear shoes if she didn't want to. Turning on the ovens and stoves to begin warming them she made a quick list of things she wanted to make and started arranging things that weren't already set out from the previous night. She turned on the chocolate fountain and knew it would take a good thirty minutes or so to melt the chocolate and begin bubbling, so pulling her apron over her dress, she started on the breads and rolls that didn't need any.

She hummed as she worked and time flew as trays of goodies began to materialize from piles of ingredients. It was actually going better then the day before since she'd had so much ready the night before, but she knew she wouldn't last long on two hours sleep every day. Maybe she'd call the Fitzpatrick girl and see if she wanted to make some extra money working the counter until she could hire someone to help full-time.

She began carrying trays and sliding them into bins and counters up front, the lights still dim there as she did so. Going back, she began a new batch of muffins and a large tray of the tiny brownie bites she'd made for Alex the night before. Occasionally she would break off a piece of a muffin that she'd filched from a tray that was up front and chewed on it slowly. Drizzling chocolate by hand over some light and fluffy pastries she smiled as she realized it was almost time to open. Taking the last tray up front, she slid it into place and went to make herself another cup of hot chocolate, setting a pot of coffee to brew as well for any customers who wanted it.

Setting her hot chocolate on the counter by the cash register, she turned and undid her hair, loosening it and running her hands through it before pinning it back up, much less severely, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Her cheeks and lips were rosy as she looked in the mirror in back and wiped a spot of flour from her cheek as she smiled, dusting her apron and dress off. Padding out front, still barefoot she picked up her mug of chocolate and walked slowly towards the door, sipping it as she did so. Turning on the lights and flipping the open sign over, she unlocked the door, noticing someone standing outside.

Smiling brightly she opened the door and held it open as she looked at him. An attractive young man, one she didn't remember seeing before. Perhaps someone that had been at Mrs. Simmon's husband's party. Or someone just wandering by and hungry for a breakfast roll. It didn't matter to her, she was always happy to meet new people. He turned when he heard the bell jingle and her eyes travelled over him as she stepped aside so he could come in through the open door if he wished.

Hi there, I'm sorry if you've been waiting long, if you're even waiting for me. I'm a little short handed, so a few minutes late opening. My name's Mia.

He walked in and she followed him, letting the door swing shut behind her as she walked in front of him towards the counter, still talking as he glanced around.

Welcome to The Sweet Shoppe, hopefully we can find something here that's to your liking.

 

[jushorny]

"Mia, that's a great name"

My eyes totally transfixed on your body. The way your dress clung to the curves of your body was going directly to my crotch. I wasn't sure which looked more inviting to squeeze, your breasts or your ass. I surely had found something to my liking. I told myself, the way to this job is not through the lady working the counter, I had better calm myself down. I should have satisfied myself in the shower.

I wondered who this Mia was, certainly at her age she could not be the owner. She must just work the counter in the mornings I thought to myself. I hope she is not the owner's daughter, not with the thoughts that were going through my mind.

It seemed like hours before I could force my brain to make an intelligible statement. Forcing my eyes off you and onto the pastries, hoping that would help.

The pastires looked delicious. But, I'm not sure why, but even the pastries turned my thoughts to lust, love, sex. It was like I had stepped into some intoxicating store, one which fed on your sexual needs, not your sweet tooth. I felt confused and somewhat helpless. I wasn't sure I could go through with this, to actually apply for this job. My brain had thoughts of sex, and sex only.

Finally, slowly coming around "I, well, I'm not actually here to buy anything" I stammered. "I was hoping to speak to the shop owner, I noticed the Help Wanted sign in the window."

Placing one arm against the counter I forced my eyes to look into yours "Do you know what type of help the owner is in need of?"

 

[Alerdene]

She sipped her hot chocolate before stowing it under the counter as she turned to look at him. He was looking at her rather oddly, and she smiled to put him at ease as she looked him over. He was tall, very well built from what she could see and extremely handsome. She had to force her thoughts to not go too far as she imagined him very easily fitting as the man she'd been dreaming about earlier.

Her eyebrow arched as he finally announced he wasn't here to buy anything and she tilted her head, a quizzical look in her light eyes as she waited for him to continue.

I was hoping to speak to the shop owner, I noticed the Help Wanted sign in the window.

She couldn't help but look a bit surprised at this information, he wasn't the sort of help she'd imagined. She'd pictured some teenager or just out of high school girl who was merely looking for a quick buck. She was about to speak again when he continued,

Do you know what type of help the owner is in need of?

Smiling suddenly, she nodded as she glanced up to see Annabelle walking across the street.

I do, and would be happy to talk to you about it. If you'll excuse me for just one minute please.

She waited for the door to close behind Annabelle, but grabbed a bakery sack and cocked her head, a grin coming to her rosy lips.

Annabelle dearest, let me guess... two chocolate lava muffins?

She chuckled at the slight blush on the woman's face.

I don't know why you blush, they're addicting, I'm telling you. It's the secret recipe!

The woman laughed and agreed,

Secret alright, if you could bottle it, you'd be a millionaire. The strawberries were absolutely wonderful as well, thank you.

She walked around the counter with the muffins and gave the woman a hug after handing her change from the bill that was handed over. Handing her the bag, she smiled.

You are a delightful flatterer Annabelle. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.

She followed Annabelle to the door and held it open, turning back to see an amused look on the man's face. Shrugging slightly, she smiled at him,

I find it helps to know the customers by name, as well as what they want. Makes them feel more comfortable about referring the place to friends you know?

Speaking of which, I didn't catch yours. Name that is?

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I watched Mia's eyes as I waited for her answer. Her gleem, the twinkle, she looked so very happy, I could tell she liked her job. I noticed her eyes glancing towards the door. Turning I saw a customer walk in just as Mia greeted the her with a smile, calling her by name.

Very nice personal touch I thought to myself, knowing the customers by name. When Annabelle ordered the two chocoalte muffins I found it somewhat fascinating that she blushed. Why would one blush when ordering something as simple as muffins. Then, rememebering eating the chocolate candy with my girlfriend I realized why she blushed. The muffins must have a similar effect.

I stood off to the side, watching Mia interact with Annabelle. I admired how at ease Mia was, how she looked very natural in this setting. Her body and her personality seemed to exude sensuality as she worked. I realized it was going to be difficult, if I got the job, to work with Mia and actually get work done. She seemed to control my thinking, my eyes finding it difficult to leave her body. Her dress moving with her, each movement highlighting a different part of her body. I couldn't help but have a smile on my face. Maybe, providing I was hired, a little "office" romance would be in order.

I snapped myself back into reality. What was I thinking, why were these thought running through my head. Cathy, I said to myself, remember Cathy, my girlfriend of three years. The girl I was in love with, the girl I would do anything to get back into my life. The last thing I said to Cathy before she left was that she would always be foremost in my mind. That I would be here waiting for her, that there would be no other person in my life. I still felt that way, I still loved Cathy very much. I still fully intended to bring Cathy back into my life. The weekly calls I made to her was my way of letting her know I was still in love with her and thinking of her.

As the shop door closed I heard Mia's voice asking my name. "Oh, sorry," extending my hand out, "My name is Jason, Jason Blackwell. You are very good with the customers Mia. Annabelle seemed to like you very much. Anyway, like I was saying, I was hoping to speak to the shop owner regarding the help wanted sign. I, uh, have been out of work for awhile, the construction work I was doing slowed down during the winter months and I was let go. I do have a college degree, a MBA, but as of yet, I have not found a position in a company in this area. So, uh I need a job to support myself while I continue my search. I don't have experience in this type of work, but I am a quick learner. I am sure I could help the owner out in some way."

Now I felt like I was rambling, practically telling Mia my life history. "Sorry, I don't mean to ramble. I'm sure you could care less about me. If you could let the shop owner know I am here?" I said as I looked up into your eyes, seeing a huge smile come across your face.

 

[Alerdene]

She listened curiously as he spoke, almost as if he were nervous, which made her bite back laughter. The thought of someone being nervous around her was too funny for her to take seriously. Her eyes continued traveling over him as he talked and she had to be sure they didn't linger overly long in any one place. Her eyes twinkled however at his last comment as she considered how to reply.

Sorry, I don't mean to ramble. I'm sure you could care less about me. If you could let the shop owner know I am here?

Smiling at him, hoping to put him at ease a little, she shook her head quickly,

I find your story very interesting actually.

Glancing towards the door that went to the back as if perhaps someone was there, she grinned, her voice light and whimsical,

And I think you can be sure the owner is well aware of your presence.

Glancing at the door, she held her finger up,

One second. Hello Alex, how were the tarts?

The man walked over and picked her up and spun her around in a circle as she squealed and smacked his shoulder.

Put me down you big oaf, you're going to scare him off.

She grinned over her shoulder at Jason as Alex began to speak.

Mia my god, they were perfection, but it was the brownie thingies, the little ones, do they have a name yet? She wants them for a party this Friday. A lot of them. My god, I can't imagine the kind of party it will turn into though when people start eating those.

She blushed and laughed at his words, hitting him once more on the shoulder until he sat her down, her hands going to smooth the dress over her hips.

You're very sweet Alex, I'll see what I can do, why don't you have her call later this afternoon with how many she wants alright?

He nodded and expressed his apologies about having to run, but he'd wanted her to know how good the brownies were. Waving, he disappeared out the door and she turned to look at Jason again, a sudden concern forming in her mind. She had no desire to be suddenly slapped with some sort of sexual harassment suit.

Jason... as you can tell, some of the customers are rather friendly... I swear, it's like when they walk in, their mind drops to the gutter sometimes. That sort of thing wouldn't bother you would it? There's a lot of flirting that goes on in here sometimes...

He had quickly begun nodding no and she chuckled, deciding to give him a break finally.

No? Alright then, well, let me see if she's available for a quick interview, though to be honest, she's a bit desperate right now, so if you can turn a mixer on, set a timer and use a cash register, you're probably set to go... though I'm not sure it will pay what you're looking for... we're still kind of new you know?

With that, she disappeared through the back door before he could speak. Stopping and leaning against the wall, she tried not to imagine those strong hands making their way down her back, to her hips... Geeeez, she really had to stop it. She was getting distracted. Taking her apron off and hanging it on a hook, she smoothed her dress down and brushed what flour she could off, until she looked presentable. Grinning broadly, she picked up another mug and went back through the door to see him looking at her somewhat confused.

Setting the mug down on the counter, she held out her hand to him.

Hi Jason, I'm Mia, the owner. It's so nice to meet you. I heard you might be looking for a job?

She bit her lip to keep from laughing outloud as she waited for his response.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I felt like a complete fool and turned beet red with Mia came walking back to the counter, letting me know she was the Owner of the shop. I had totally messed this up now I thought. I mean the looks I had given Mia, the way I rambled on and on. I might as well chuck this up as a waste of time. I was sure there would be no way she would give me the job, there was no way I could think of to recover the situation of what I had done. But I knew I had to give it a try.

I grabbed the sides of my head and turned my body completely around before replying "I am so sorry Mia, I had no idea you were the Owner. I...........damn..........uh............what can I say without looking stupid? Its just that you look too young to be the Owner," not to mention beautiful I thought but did not say. "I just assumed you worked here or your family owned the shop."

"Well, anyway, I don't know what more I could say. I guess I could tell you I have tried your candy and it is absolutely delicious, and I can easily see why customers like Alex was so happy. It had the same effect on my girlfriend and me a few months ago. I can easily see why your customers all flirt with you, I mean, Mia, you are a beautiful lady."

"One more thing, if you show me where the mixer swithc is I can turn it on, I know how to run a cash register too." I looked into your eyes smiling, hopefully my lame attempt would work.

 

[Alerdene]

Her laughter came bubbling out as he turned an extraordinary shade of red. She blushed a bit herself as he continued speaking however, and she held out a hand to stop him. Still half laughing, she shook her head.

Thank you for the compliment, but it's not me. It's the people in this town, I swear, they're the flirtingest people I've ever met.

Her laughter finally calming some, she smiled gently again.

I'm sorry for not telling you, I just didn't get the chance and then you assumed there was an owner hiding back there somewhere, and I... well... just couldn't help myself. Please forgive me.

My family does own the shop, well in a sense anyway. My mother died when I was little, and when my father passed away a couple of years ago, he left me a little nest egg. Enough to buy this building and get started anyway. So even if the shop fails, at least I'll have a place to live.

She grinned at this and tried not to laugh again, she really did feel bad for tricking him. Well, a little at least. Tilting her head, she watched him for a minute, though her mind was really already made up.

Picking up the mug, she asked him,

Can I get you some coffee? Hot chocolate? A muffin?

Do you know anything about baking Jason? The front up here is pretty simple, I can make a price list, the cash register is easy if you have even basic math skills, which I'd certainly assume an MBA would. But at some point, I'd like someone who can help in back, with the actually baking, decorating, things like that. Does that interest you in the least?

She watched him for a moment as she moved around to where the coffee and hot chocolate was and knew this would be the real decision maker.

What kind of salary were you looking for as well? And hours... I start early here and sometimes stay rather late... of course it's easy for me I live upstairs.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

"Hot Chocolate would be great, Mia, thanks." I felt immediately better as soon as you started talking. Realizing I made a big mistake, but also realizing you found humor in the situation.

"No, Mia I think its a combination of you and your baking. That's why your customers are so flirty. If I wasn't so nervous about this job, I would have flirted with you the minute I saw you. I would love a chocolate muffin too, if you don't mind." My eyes once again wnadered over your body, taking in your beauty. Damn, I thought to myself, you can't be thinking this way. Mia is about to become your boss and you have a girlfriend, remember?

"I certainly can help work the front with no problem. I bet I might even be able to flirt some," chuckling. "As far as the back goes, well..........." my eyes travel to your ass as you pour a cup for me.."I would be more than happy to give it a try. I don't have any expereince with baking, but I am a quick learner and I always throw myself into anything I do. I may need some lessons and guidance. I am sure, if you give me a try, you will find me to your liking." Smiling into your eyes as you hand me a cup of hot chocolate.

"Salary and hours are completely yours to decide, Mia. I have absolutley no problem working long hours and anything you pay me is more than I am making right now. I typically am an early riser and will work hard for you." Wishing I could say, and I could always sack out on your couch, but thought better of it.

 

[Alerdene]

She listened to him talk as she poured him a cup of steaming chocolate and opened the front case to grab a large muffin, depositing it on a small plate. Carrying them to one of the three small tables that lined one side of the front of the shop, she sat it down and nodded at the chair before retrieving her own mug.

She watched as he sat and took a sip before breaking the muffin open, her eyes sparkling as he sat and watched the warm, fudgy center come oozing from the moist cake.

Salary and hours are completely yours to decide, Mia. I have absolutley no problem working long hours and anything you pay me is more than I am making right now. I typically am an early riser and will work hard for you.

She covered a smile by taking a drink of chocolate and sitting back as she thought about things. His remark made her remember her first job in a bakery, she'd said nearly the exact thing, though her reasons were different. He was merely desperate for a job... as was she, but she wanted.. had to have.. a job in a bakery. She'd have worked for nothing as long as Charles had let her work next to him, learning and saturating herself with techniques and images.

Finally setting her cup down as he took a bite, she stood and helped Emma, who was looking for something to repay Chris for the cherries he'd taken the day before. When the girl was gone, she sat again and smiled at him.

Well Jason, I normally would probably say that I wanted someone who at least knew how to bake.. a little anyway. But you've caught me at a desperate time. I've no help and have been closing in the middle of the day, merely to have enough things to keep going in the evenings.

She took another sip and leaned forward slightly,

If you can start fairly soon, then you're hired. We'll give it a try, I've a good feeling about you.

She had to work hard not to blush, not wanting to think about the feelings she was getting merely looking at him. Her thoughts were on anything but business as she watched him lick a smudge of chocolate off one finger.

 

[jushorny]

"Mia, I........uh........could really start today...........now...............I mean if it would help you out............I really would not mind." I said as I looked into her eyes.

As we made our way to a table, taking a seat. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, seemingly I thought I could feel a strange intoxication of some sort overcoming me. I opend my muffin, watching the chocolate ooze out of the center, so many things came to my mind, none having to do with work or money. Taking a bite of the delicious baked good, I kept a close eye on you as you waited on the next customer. Again, my mind turned to your body, so soft looking, so intoxicating, much like your chocolate.

As you returned to our tabel, "Mia, I'm sorry I don't know how to bake. I do know how to make a mean grilled steak, know how to make a delicious sphaghetti sauce, but, baking, well just have not yet tried that. Guess I thought people would think my gay side was coming out if I bake pastries and candies." I said ending with a chuckle. "But, if you give me a chance (looking straight in your eyes, eyes that seem so deep, so delightful) I will show you how quickly I can learn, and how quickly I can love something new. As I said before, I tend to fall very quickly, full force into whatever endeavor I begin. I can promise to you I will not take this job lightly, it is not just a paycheck to me. If you must work, you got to enjoy what you are doiing. I can readily see that spending time with you will be payment enough."

Licking chocolate from my finger, I smiled over at you, feeling suddenly innocent, or flirtacious, not sure which. Noticing your breasts as you hug your hands and they lay on the table next to your mug.

"This chocolate is absolutely fantastic Mia, I would love to know how you do it. You must be exhausted running this shop by yourself. Please, let me know where I can begin to help. I will guarantee that your good feeling about me will not disappoint you." Smiling in my eyes, wondering to myself if I am flirting with you or just wanting to impress my new employer.

 

[Alerdene]

She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him as he spoke. He certainly seemed sincere enough about learning, and she was tired, very tired. Her eyes wandered over him as he talked and she laughed a time or two, and began to wonder if he were flirting with her or merely was just friendly. Not that it mattered, that's exactly how he'd need to be with the people here. Her gaze lingered on his strong jawline and the line of his lips. Shaking her head, she forced herself to stop it, she was acting like a fifteen year year old.

Sitting back and smiling brightly she nodded at him.

Well then, if you're sure, welcome to The Sweet Shoppe Jason. You'll love it here, I feel certain. I am, for the moment, the only other employee, and somehow I think we'll get along just fine.

She stood and took their mugs, refilling them before sliding back into her chair. They spent awhile chatting, about the weather, his previous job, her previous jobs, just laughing and getting to know one another a little. She stood and helped a person here or there as they talked, always coming back to the small table after.

She showed him what he needed to know up front, as far as where she kept everything that one might need while helping a person and at noon, she went to the front door and locked it, turning the sign to say Closed and removing the Help Wanted sign, tossing it at him as her full lips turned up in a smile.

Guess I won't be needing this any longer.

Want to come in the back, I'll show you around the kitchen and make us something for lunch.

He nodded and she walked through the door, stopping a few steps in and glancing around. Not quite as spotless as it usually was when she had help, but still not bad. The back wall held ovens, several small wall ovens, and two large industrial size ones. There were several large islands in the middle for workspaces, one of which held her bubbling chocolate fountain which was purring along quite happily. Another wall held several large sinks along with a huge fridge and freezer combo.

Not realizing she'd stopped quite so close to the door, and having no idea he'd come in behind her already, she turned to open the door for him and ran smack into him, her body pressing against his as she tried to catch her balance.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

The conversation was so easy with you. I already felt very comfortable talking with you. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. Your face was beautiful, your eyes, holding that special twinkle. When I thought you wouldn't notice I would glance down at your breasts, listening, but imagining at the same time.

It was great when a customer would come in, allowing me to watch you interact as well as having the opportunity to see your entire body.

Eventually you showed me around the front counter, letting me know my duties, showing me where everything was.

You tossed the Help Wanted sign at me telling me you wouldn't be needing it. I held it up on my chest saying, What do you think, should I wear it?" Laughing along with you at my comment.

Following you towards the back so you could show me around. I watched your ass swayed as you walked, my eyes focused there. Not realizing you stopped and turned. We ran into each other.

I almost knocked you over and grabbed your waist in an effort to prevent you from falling. I didn't mean to pull us even closer than we already were, I merely wanted to help you from falling. Our faces so very close, I could feel your breath on my neck. Your breast pushed against my chest. Our hips pressed together.

My mind was reeling, not knowing what to think, what to say, or what to do.

Looking down into your eyes, "Sorry Mia, I didn't mean to knock into you." Knowing I should pull my hand from your waist, but not wanting to let go. "Are you ok? Is this how you teach all your new employees?" My hand eventually falling to my side, letting go of you.

 

[Alerdene]

His strong arm went around her waist as she stumbled and pulled her close to keep her from falling. Her breasts pressed fully against him, one knee between his legs, her lips hovering near his neck as she looked up at him. It was more like a lover's embrace then a merely stumble and catch. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as she stood there, not wanting the sensations she was feeling to stop. Finally his hand dropped and he remarked,

Are you ok? Is this how you teach all your new employees?

Absolutely horrified that he would think she was some desperate strange woman, she stepped back and smoothed her dress, recovering quickly as she turned it into a joke.

Only the attractive male ones.

Smiling she moved aside, so that he could walk without her in the way and she pointed to the far corner, where an almost normal kitchen sat, complete with a small dining table. It was where she experimented with new recipes late at night usually.

Make yourself at home. You're normally more then welcome to go out to lunch if you're here at that time, but I thought today it'd be easier if I made something quick. A sandwich alright? And if you don't want to go out, there's always some sort of food back here. I don't have time to go out much.

She walked to the fridge and grabbed herself a Coke, waving at him to grab whatever he liked. Assorted soft drinks where there along with a large pitcher of ice tea. Grabbing an armful of food, she dumped it on the table and walked back into the industrial part of the kitchen, grabbing a warm loaf of sourdough bread.

Walking back she grabbed a knife and sliced off thick pieces of bread, opening the assorted deli meats and sliced cheeses. Turning back to the fridge, she grabbed lettuce, tomatoes, and condiments, turning back to find his eyes on her. Looking at him for a long moment, remembering his arm around her waist, she smiled again without realizing it.

Everything alright? You'll get used to me eventually.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I watched as you pulled back from me, smoothing your dress, saying, "Only the attractive male ones."

"Well, thank you, that is a very nice compliment." I remarked not being able to keep a smile from my face.

Glancing around the Kitchen, admiring how organized and well set up it seemed. A bit over whelming for me, but I was sure Mia would sort it all for me. I hoped I would be able to pick up the necessary requirements quickly.

I sat at the table, following your direction, listening to you fill me in on lunch hour. "I don't see myself going out for lunch when I can be here, helping, and having lunch served to me." Pouring myself a glass of iced tea and sitting back down. I watched and admired you and your body as you worked making us lunch.

"Everything alright? You'll get used to me eventually." you asked.

"Everything is just fine Mia," I replied wondering if I ever will get used to your beauty and how you carry yourself. Wishing I could manufacture another way to run into you.

"You know, I think after lunch you need to put me to work. I've been here all morning, haven't done a bit of work, and here you are feeeding me lunch. I don't think that is exactly what you had in mind when you put the help wanted sign up."

As we ate our lunch, we talked more about ourselves. Finally you gave me a little insight into you. I found you very fascinating. I wondered why no one had snapped you up to be their own. I wondered if you were into men or women, or both. They way you flirted with both the male and female customers, it was difficult to tell.

"So, Mia, is there a significant other in your life."

 

[Alerdene]

She smiled as he mentioned putting him to work and she nodded, sliding a sandwich in front of him.

Believe me, you'll be wishing you'd never said that.

She grinned as she took a bite of the sandwich in front of her. They talked more as they ate, and she found herself telling him of how she'd loved to cook since she was tiny. Her mother was gone and she was the only girl around, her older brother never having time to do more then slap a sandwich together. So she'd started experimenting in the kitchen, and her father, her poor father had been forced to sit there and eat every single bite, proclaiming the meals all fit for a king, though she wondered how he kept from throwing some of them back up.

She blushed slightly as she realized he was rambling and she stopped, toying with a crust of bread as she watched him smile at her.

So, Mia, is there a significant other in your life.

She looked at him for a long moment, and finally smiled, taking a long drink of coke as she pushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

No. Not at the moment anyway. There was. Before all this.

She raised her hands and waved them around to encompass everything around her. Shrugging she gave him a wry smile.

But he thought perhaps I was too involved with setting this place up and not enough with his wants and needs. Who knows, maybe he was right, although I didn't think so at the time.

It's better this way though, I can't imagine hearing him complain now when I saw him for an hour a day.

She smiled and leaned back in her chair as she looked him over.

And you? There must be a lovely young woman waiting at home for you. A young woman who will be beating down the door wondering why you're working so late sometimes.

 

[jushorny]

Taking the last bite of the enormous sandwich you made for me, sitting back in my chair. trying to figure out exactly how to answer your question.

"Well, I can imagine trying to get this business going does take up much of your time. The way things look to me though, it won't be much longer before you can concentrate on other things." Smiling into your eyes and winking.

"I, uh, do have a girlfriend, sort of anyway. She won't be at home waiting for me, unfortunately. We kind of had an argument awhile back, so we, uh, separated per her request, at least for awhile. Seems she doesn't take too kindly to an MBA grad doing construction work, or even worse, being unemployed." My mind drifts back to thoughts of Cathy. Envisioning her body as we laid naked together, the fun we used to have, the sex we used to have.

Bringing myself back to reality, "So, I guess my new employer can work me all the hours she wants." Grabbing both our plates and walking them to the sink.

 

[Alerdene]

He had a girlfriend. Of course he did. Her eyebrow arched slightly as he continued however,

So, I guess my new employer can work me all the hours she wants.

She smiled at him as she stood and stretched, finishing her coke.

Well, I do hope you're able to work things out between you, I'm sure that she'll come around. Take her some chocolate when you leave, maybe that'll help.

Grinning at him, she motioned for him to come and walked back to the middle part of the big kitchen. She started pointing at things and firing off names and what she normally used them for. At one point, she stopped and looked at him, chuckling.

I don't expect you to remember everything... I wouldn't leave you back here alone yet anyway. I don't want you running off screaming.

She looked around thoughtfully and started pulling huge containers from under the workstations and setting them up on the table, tossing measuring instruments and a variety of large mixing bowls next to them.

For now, everything is labeled, flour, sugar, salt, brown sugar, etc. If I call out what I need, you can measure it all and toss it in whatever bowl I tell you ok? While I'm working on a sauce?

He nodded quickly and she smiled walking past him so close she almost touched him. In her mind she bumped into him again merely so she could feel those arms around her once more. Pushing that thought out of her mind, she focused on the girlfriend. Beautiful she was sure.

She went to her chocolate fountain and turned back to him with a huge smile.

This is my baby.. fresh, warm, melted chocolate all day long. It's usually a different blend every day, depending on my mood.

Grabbing a measuring cup, she let some of the chocolate flow into it and dumped it into a saucepan which she put over a small gas burner on the stove next to it. Glancing back at him, she pointed to the largest bowl that she had set out. Smiling as he went to stand near it, she turned her attention back to her about to be new mixture. Her mind working two recipes at once, she was careful not to yell out the wrong thing as she started telling him.

Twelve cups of flour.

She reached below and grabbed a large container of peanut butter, depositing a spoonful into her chocolate and stirring it as it began to melt.

Four cups of sugar.

She continued this way, telling him ingredients by memory, at times spinning and pointing at a new bowl as she switched. Leaving her chocolate mixture to cool, she began getting out wet ingredients and adding them to the bowls he'd already readied. When he'd filled the last bowl she'd put out, she looked at him and grinned as he was dusted in a light coat of flour.

Walking over to him, she set down the egg in her hand and gently began brushing the front of his shirt off, feeling the rock hard muscles underneath.

Why didn't you remind me I didn't give you an apron.

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I pretty much changed the subject whenever my girlfriend was brought up. As much as I wanted to get back with her, I was becoming more doubtful it would ever happen.

"Mia, the continuous chocolate fountain is a very ingenious idea. Did that come about by necessity, or by the need to get a quick chocolate fix for yourself," chuckling as I watched you working.

I watched and learned as you went about your work. I admired how everything was by memory. I was amazed at how your body moved, as you worked, deliberate, yet very graceful. You looked even more beautiful than earlier.

I tried to keep up with you, trying to learn as I helped, but was feeling rather incompetent. I was getting ingredients all over my shirt, some even in my pants. I should have asked for an apron I thought to myself. Also, should have dressed in something other than a black shirt.

It seemed like hours later before you even stopped to take a breath. I could feel my body lightly sweating from the work. After filling the last bowl you had set out for me, you stopped and came over by me. Setting the egg down, you began rubbing the flour mess I had made off my shirt. It felt really good for some strange reason. Your hands soft, yet, strongly rubbing my chest to get the flour off.

"I didn't even think to ask for an apron Mia, sorry, if I look like a mess. Guess I shouldn't have worn this shirt either. I must look like a little kid with ingredients all over me." I was hoping you would have a difficult time, not wanting your hands to leave me. "

I can see I need to learn to use towels too, I got this stuff on my pants from wiping my hands too."

 

[Alerdene]

Mia, the continuous chocolate fountain is a very ingenious idea. Did that come about by necessity, or by the need to get a quick chocolate fix for yourself.

She had chuckled as she heard that question and tossed him a grin.

The bakery correct answer there would be... of course it was necessary for the shop. It's much easier then melting and blending chocolate each time I need it. I just do a new blend every day depending on my mood.

Her eyes twinkling though, she laughed.

The more correct answer is.... it's a lovely way to destress yourself. Grab a clean spoon, have a spoonful on your way by. It's like heaven.

As her hands brushed him off, she listened to him and chuckled.

I didn't even think to ask for an apron Mia, sorry, if I look like a mess. Guess I shouldn't have worn this shirt either. I must look like a little kid with ingredients all over me.

I can see I need to learn to use towels too, I got this stuff on my pants from wiping my hands too

Her hands worked at the flour, but it was stubborn, clinging to his shirt. Shaking her head though at his words, she grinned up into his eyes.

Then I look like a kid every day, 'cuz you're about what I look like at the end of every day.

Without even thinking of it, she took his hands and planted them firmly on her hips for a moment. Her eyes met his again and lingered there perhaps an instant too long before she blushed and pulled his hands away, the sparkle coming back as she looked to the faint white handprints now on her hips.

See those. That's what I look like if I did the job you just did.

Stepping back, embarrassed, she turned and shrugged slightly.Your shirt is a little more stubborn then my clothes it appears. I got the worst off, but you're still a bit dusty.

She chuckled as she rummaged through a drawer and found an apron, tossing it to him, not trusting herself to go close enough to hand it to him for the moment.

Wear that, and I'll take your shirt upstairs tonight and wash it for you. It was my fault, I wasn't thinking.

Glancing around at the bowls he had filled, not seeing anything amiss, she smiled brightly at him.

The good news is that everything looks great!

 

[jushorny]

Jason

I was surprised when you took my hands, placing them on your hips. I didn't realize what you intended to show me. When you pulled them off, it dawned on me and a huge grin appeared on my face.

"Wait, the beautiful owner of this shop can't go out front with handprints on her hips, what would the customers think?" I knelt down in front of you, turning you body just slightly sideways, gently brushing off the flour. It was more willing to come off than my shirt. Turning you further I did the same to your other hip.

Standing back up I watched as you walked over, getting an apron from the drawer and tossing it to me. "Now this ain't some Martha Stewart pretty little frilly apron is it?" I opened it up and saw it was the plain white industrial type. I set it on the counter and pulled my shirt up out of my pants. Slowly, wondering if you were watching, I unbuttoned it. "There is no need for you to clean it Mia, I can do my own laundry." Smiling up at you as I pulled my shirt off. My white tee shirt tight against my arm and chest muscles, slightly damp from sweat. "Thanks for the apron, by the way."

I walked to the dining table where we ate and put the shirt on the chair back. Turning around to come back to put the apron on.

 

[Alerdene]

Her eyes watched him as she moved around the other side of the counter reaching for a small hand mixer. They lingered on his arms, the way the white t-shirt clung to him, his chest moving underneath it. Mumbling to herself, she told herself to get a grip, what on earth was she thinking about. She glanced at the wide stainless steel island and blushed as once again something unbidden came to her mind. She remembered his hands brushing her hips off and she actually had to turn and bite her lip to keep from breathing hard. Annoyed with herself, she turned back to him to see him walking back from her dining area, remarking about the apron as he put it on.

Chuckling, she warned him.

It's not, but I'm sure I can find a pink girly one around here somewhere.

Taking a huge measuring cup, she held it under the fountain of warm chocolate filling it to the brim. Walking to each bowl he'd filled she began pouring different amounts into each one until she reached the end. Handing him the small mixer, she pointed to an outlet on the underside of the island. Taking a small timer, she set it for three minutes and turned it on for him. Pointing at the smallest bowl, she smiled.

Turn the mixer on high, stick it in that bowl and keep it there until that timer goes off.

She laughed at his skeptical look.

And you thought baking was difficult.

Turning her back she proceeded to fold in nuts and the chocolate to several of the bowls, scooping their contents out into cake pans, muffin tins and tiny molds before popping them all into different ovens, pushing buttons without even looking at them. She knew this kitchen better then her own.

Turning back to him, aware his timer had gone off long ago, she smiled and went to him, holding a tray with a large sheet of waxed paper on it. Sliding the tray in front of him, she handed him a small melon baller.

Use this, scoop out the dough, plop it on the paper about an inch and a half apart and you're good to go.

She was actually ahead of schedule, his help with the dry ingredients had helped immensely and she hopped up onto the island opposite him to watch, her legs crossing as she leaned back on her hands to observe.

 

[jushorny]

"Uh, you bring me a pink girly apron and you'll have to find yourself another employee" laughing at the thought of having to put one on.

As I stood there with the mixer, I snuck glances of you as you worked. Very methodical, almost like you could do it in your sleep. I was amazed at how graceful your looked lifting the trays and pans into each oven.

Oh no, I thought as you handed me the melon baller. I was a little nervous about this, afraid I might make a mistake. To make matters worse, you hopped up for a seat and watched. I concentrated, making sure to make each one as close to the same size as I could, trying to keep the required distance between them. I got through about a quarter of the tray, looking up at you "Am I doing alright?" Watching your breasts move with every breath, your legs crossed.

My eyes stayed on you probably longer than I should have. There was just something so sensual about you. I found myself really enjoying this job already, even though I felt rather incompetent. It was enjoyable working with you. Finally returning my hands and arms back to work with the baller.

 

[Alerdene]

He looked so delectable standing there and trying ohhh so hard to be sure each scoop was virtually the same size and distance apart. She watched and nodded quickly as he looked up at her.

Wonderfully, please continue.

His eyes stayed locked on her for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the tray in front of him. She stayed where she was as he finished, wondering what he thought when he looked at her. Perhaps she wasn't the only one having trouble keeping her mind on work? Of course not, she chided herself, the man has a girlfriend!

When he was finished, he looked up at her and she beamed at him, taking the scoop and tossing in the mostly empty bowl. Dipping a small bowl under the fountain she filled it with chocolate and grabbed a syringe from a marked drawer. Coming over to his tray, she sucked chocolate up into the syringe and proceeded to work her way down the tray, squirting some into the center of each ball of dough that was there. When she had done the whole tray, she dropped the syringe into a small container marked hazardous and put it back under the counter. Walking over to a small wall oven, she looked back at him,

If you'll bring that over here please.

He did and slid it inside as she set a timer and shut the door when he was done.

There you go. Your very first tray of.... hmmm... I've no idea what they're called yet. Brownie bites of some sort.

She giggled and turned, beginning to take trays out of some of the other ovens, turning and resetting timers on others. Glancing at him she smiled and pointed to the dining table.

Go, sit. Rest. I'll be there in a moment. We'll make a list of prices for you.

She grabbed some paper and a pen on her way back and went to the table, grabbing a coke and pouring him another tea. Sitting there, chewing on the end of the pen slightly, she tried to remember everything that was in the oven and began writing as he relaxed for a moment. Strands of hair were slipping her tight bun and she ignored them for the time being. Finally sitting up, she looked up to find his eyes on her again and she tried not to squirm. Handing him the paper she smiled,

I think that's everything for this afternoon. We'll dip some fruit when the things in the ovens are done and then we'll be set and can open again. Once we're more comfortable around each other and know what the other's doing, we won't close in the middle of the day like this.

The timer on the small oven that held his brownies dinged and she grabbed a towel and slipped the tray from the oven, setting it carefully on the island before rolling one of the small bites off onto the towel, blowing on it as she came back. Knowing the outside cooled rather quickly while the liquified center stayed steaming she tossed it from hand to hand while they sat there and he looked over the list.

Finally, she held it up to him, the small morsel between her fingers.

Here, taste. Your very first creation!