I round the corner, making sure to keep my face out of any cameras, and quickly go into a shop. A small bell rings above the door as I enter and the woman at the counter greets me with a smile.
"Welcome to Sweettopia," her voice is gentle, "what can I get for you?"
I glace out the window and see that the men that had been following me have passed.
I look back to the woman who looks at me expectingly.
Sweets?
Eh, why not? The boys will appreciate 'em.
"Not sure," I glace at the small chalkboard with all the treats listed on it, "what would you recommend, Darlin'?"
"Well that depends," she leans over the counter a bit to point to the list, "my favorite is the strawberry chocolate swirl cake, not too sweet, and the strawberries balance it out nicely with the vanilla pound cake," she stands back up, "but that's just me."
She gives a small shrug and I can't help but crack a small grin.
"You seem like you're more into sweet chocolatey things though, and for that I would recommend the double fudge refuge. Rich dark chocolate cake with dark chocolate icing."
"And if I were to say I like something a bit saltier?"
"Then I would recommend the peanut butter wafer delight," she doesn't even hesitate, "milk chocolate cake with a peanut butter whipped icing, topped with crushed honey roasted peanuts, another one of my favorites."
I think for a second, looking at the list. There has to be at least two dozen different things on it.
"Have you tried all of these?" I look back to her.
"Well you kind of have to to make sure you made it right," she chuckles.
"You make these?" My brow raises a bit.
"Yep every cake, smoothie and candy in here is made by yours truly," she gives a proud, beaming smile.
"Well in that case," I look back at the list, "two of all the ones you recommend."
"Two of each?" She seems surprised.
"Yes, ma'am," I give her a grin and a wink.
"Right on it, sir," she grins back and turns to start getting the cakes.
She has a bit of a plumpness to her, giving her nice curves and a welcoming feel. The tight fit jeans and shirt of her uniform give a perfect view of her shape through the glass of the display case.
The bell rings behind me and I take a quick glance to see a well built, golden haired man walking in.
"Hey, doll," he walks right passed me and leans on the display case, "still gonna play hard to get or you gonna finally give in and have that drink?"
"I have told you a million, Charlie," the woman says, clearly irritated, "I'm not playing hard to get, I don't want to get drinks with you."
"Oh come on, sweet cheeks," he presses on, "it's just a couple of drinks."
This little twit.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Cuz....," She thinks for a second, and sighs, "I have a boyfriend okay?"
"Mmhm, sure," he doesn't believe her for a second.
Oh fuck me.
This is either gonna help or make things worse.
"Yeah she does, you twat," I turn to him fully, "and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop eyeing my gal like a piece of meat and get lost 'fore I smash you face into the display case. And it'd be a cryin' shame to ruin, my girl's hard work with your broken nose."
I go around the counter and put my arm around her waist.
"I'm gonna guess this is the little shit you've been tellin' me about, Darlin'?" I glance down at her before looking back at the bloke.
"Yeah," she answers, wrapping her arm around me as well, playing along, "he comes in everyday."
The man looks at us, eyes darting between our faces, seeing to try and figure out the roughs.
"You know what?" I look back down to the woman, "why don't I just throw him out, then we can close up for a bit," I lean into her ear, speaking just loud enough so the twat can hear me, "then we can have some fun."
She grins up at me, playing with one of the button on my shirt.
"Sounds like a plan," she pulls me closer by my belt loop and does something I wasn't expecting.
Her lips press to mine, and she nips at my lip, gaining a small groan from me as I pull her closer.
The bell above the door rings again and I glance at the door.
The little twat left.
I pull away, but find myself not wanting to let go.
"Thanks," her soft voice sighs.
"No problem, Darlin'," I grin an her, finally letting go, "but I suggest closing for a bit so he doesn't get suspicious."
"Right," she quickly hoists herself into the counter and spins around, hopping off on the other side of it. She goes to the door and flips the sigh around and locking the door.
"I guess that also means I'm kinda stuck her for a bit too, don' it?" I chuckle, "guess I didn't think that one through entirely."
"Well at least you can enjoy some of the cakes you picked," she hands me a plate and fork with a chocolate and a smooth icing that looks like peanut butter and nuts on top of it.
I notice the bracelets in her wrist for the first time as I take the plate from her, small charms jingling slightly at the movement.
"I haven't paid for 'em yet," I raise a brow.
"Consider it a thank you," she smiles.
"I would have taken that kiss as thank you enough," I send her a wink and her cheeks turn pink, "the name's Billy. What about you Darlin'?"
"Emily," she answers sweetly, hopping back over to the other side of the counter.
I take a bite of the cake and an small groan of delight leaves my chest.
"Blimey, Darlin'," I say after finishing the bite, "this is bloody fantastic."
She smiles brightly, pride in her eyes.
"Thanks, I try my best."
"I'm definitely gonna have to come back 'ere," I smile back at her.
Most definitely.
