Baker Boy ~ T.N

Chapter Two

"So what can I get for you?"

You.

You can get me you.

Please. Pretty please, with a cherry on top?

"What do you recommend?" She asked, a blush creeping onto her cheeks from her inner thoughts. Nonetheless she offered him a smile which he gladly reciprocated.

The way his cheeks dimpled drove her insane, igniting a flame inside of her that she never knew existed, his cheeky smile was infectious and she just knew that he would light up whatever room he walked into. No matter how grey and dull the world may seem, she knew he'd brighten it up, whatever the weather. Just by his smile — his cheeky infectious smile — he'd could probably, more than likely, highly likely, win her over without speaking a single, solitary word.

And if he did woo her over with his words? God help her.

God help him.

Her reaction would completely depend on the langue he spoke, because if he was to woo her over in French? Then she'd be dropping her knickers for him like she worked Friday nights in the Moulin Rouge and simply allowing him to take her over the counter and—

Martha stop yourself now, you've got more self respect than to drop your knickers for the first French — well, French speaking — man you come across.

God, did your mother never teach you anything about class.

"The choux buns are pretty popular, filled with the boulangerie's speciality vanilla cream." Theo began to explain, giving her a run down of all the delectable and mouth-watering goods they had to offer.

She paid extra attention to his hair, tousled chocolate brown curls sweeping across his forehead. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through them, gently scrape her nails across his scalp; emitting a groan from his throat as they kissed. His lips warm and plump against her own, bruised from the passion fuelled behind them. Soft and slow pecks mixed with his hot and heavy tongue, god she could just-

Pay attention and stop staring at him, for fucks sake woman, he's going to think you're a nutcase before you've even had a shot.

Calm down, deep breath - take it slow.

She inhaled softly, trying not to draw too much attention to the fact she was losing her self control, right there in front of him. Letting out a gentle exhale, she looked down towards the glass top of the pastry case.

At least look like you're paying some sort of attention to what he's saying.

"Then," Theo started, she watched a he walked behind the counter towards another section filled with more simple and traditional pastries. It was as though there was a magnet between them, because she found herself being pulled, following him around the bakery, in awe of his knowledge and beauty. "We have croissants, pain au chocolat, pain au raisin," he pointed to each individual baked good a he listed them, allowing her to decipher which one was which.

"Madeleines," he continued, he looked up to see if she was following and of course she was, he flashed her a toothy grin, his cheeks dimpling — making her swoon once again.

Martha followed him around to another counter, this one filled with the most intricate and colourful creations she'd ever laid eyes on. Éclairs, perfectly laminated and glossy icing coating the top in an array of the brightest colours of the rainbow, inviting any onlookers to purchase with their afternoon coffee from the café two doors down.

Macaroons neatly lined up, also in a variety of independent colours to match the country's flag. Red for strawberry, white for vanilla and blue for blueberry. She was overwhelmed by the amount of choice for certain — she wouldn't be able to make her mind up — maybe that was a good thing though, it would certainly give her more chance to stay and speak to Theo, get to know him a little better. Have him help with her decision.