The Muffin Man ✓

Emma's Day

Emma was in her walk in closet looking through her clothes when Harry snuck up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Mmm," he said. "Tasty."

"Come on, baby," Emma protested. "I can't right now, I have a lot to do today."

"Aw come on, sweetness," he pleaded. "Don't you want to do me first?"

"Baby."

"Pweeze?"

"Harry."

"Pweeeeze? Pwetty pweeeeze?"

Just her luck they were in their underwear now. Emma looked at the clock. It was still early. Plus it wasn't as if she had a time clock to punch or a boss to answer to. That's just the way they liked it.

"So how about it, love?" His hot breath was on her neck. "You wanna get some of Harry? Pwetty pweeze with sugar on top?"

Who was she kidding? She never turned down a chance to have some good loving with her man.

Smiling she turned around and wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. Her hand tugged at the band of his boxer briefs.

"So how do you want it?" Harry said. "Quick or slow?"

"Take all the time you like." Emma said.

About an hour and a half later Emma was rushing from the house. She wore a simple black skirt and white top. Her long hair was pulled back in one long French braid and she carried a Birkin bag.

"The bakery, Niall." She said as he held the door open for her.

"Sure thing, Mrs. S." Niall said in a way that made her look at him. Was he smirking at her? Why did she have this feeling that his head had been watching her in the window? Must have been a weird dream or something. She shook her head and climbed in the back seat. Niall got behind the wheel and they drove off.

Emma loved their bakery The Muffin Man. It was their baby, hers and Harry's. They opened it when they moved to Sunnyville over a year ago and already it was a success. Not to mention the perfect front.

As soon as Emma stepped foot inside she looked over the place. There was a dining area on one side with small round tables. Customers were in and out. On the other side were the glass display cases filled with decorated cookies and cupcakes as well as their specialty, muffins.

Emma inspected the area with a critical eye. The place was immaculate, just the way she liked it. She never settled for less than the absolute best.

"Good morning, Mrs. Styles." the workers greeted her in their Muffin Man uniforms

"Good morning," Emma responded. "Let's make this a productive day today, people."

"Yes, ma'am."

After giving the kitchen a once over Emma went into her office. She locked the door behind her, then went to her desk where there was a box marked "adult diapers", guaranteeing that no one would open it.

Using a box cutter Emma ripped open the top of the box. Inside was money. Stacks of money. Emma took it out and counted it with the automatic counter. There was more than usual this time. Perfect.

Emma went to a large portrait on the wall of her receiving a Businesswoman of the Year award from Governor Swift. She removed the portrait, revealing a wall safe. Then she put some of the money inside the safe and closed it.

Then she took the rest and divided it up into deposit packets. She took one stack of cash and slipped it under her top. Everything else went into her Birkin bag.