Savage with the Sweets
And good enough to eat…
Lacy Savage is the name; candy pushing is my game.
And I do mean candy—so get those dirty thoughts out of your head!
My life is a dream! I love my job! I love my small town! I love my adorable niece! How could things possibly get any better?
Well…importing an array of eligible bachelors wouldn’t hurt. Not to brag, but I’m coming in at almost a year of forced celibacy. It’s gotten so bad, I came thiiiiiis close to adding robo-tongue to my Amazon cart.
Lucky for me, the answer to my frustration moved right next door to my shop in the form of a taut and tanned gym owner.
Sounds like fate, right?
Wrong! You see, he’s trying to get my business run off school property, which happens to be my most important client.
Apparently, he has something against candy. That is when he isn’t sneaking a bar in his back office.
That’s right—I learned his secret, and I have the picture to prove it.
As I was negotiating a truce, I kicked the heat up a notch, and by notch, I mean I sent him an explicit photo(totally the celibacy’s fault). Suddenly, he’s no longer opposed to eating my candy…
We decide on a casual fling. What better way to get our aggression out?
That was the plan, but what happens when he decides he wants a lifetime supply….
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Lacy
It is an indisputable fact that I love my shop and enjoy going to work each day.
But right now, as I stand across the counter from an especially prickly customer who’s eyeing the chocolate-covered pretzel rods, I’d much rather be handling the rod of Chris Hemsworth.
That’s the mentality a ten-month sex drought will give you, or maybe I’m just being a normal horny woman in her 20s.
Smile politely. Be patient. Soon, he’ll walk out a satisfied customer.
“I’ll take a dozen pretzels?” he says, then goes back to talking into the phone pressed between his cheek and his shoulder.
Without guidance, I pick the twelve I think look the best, but when I see an annoyed look on his face, I smile brightly and whisper, “Is there a special one you had in mind?”
He points emphatically to a rod on the left, then takes the phone away from his mouth. “Take out the pink and replace it with the one with blue sparkles.”
I comply with his demands, hoping that he realizes I didn’t want to interrupt his call and that I’m not a mind reader.
After I ring up his order, I force a pleasant expression on my face. “That will be twenty-two dollars.”
“Isn’t there some kind of bulk discount?” he blurts out quickly, then returns to his conversation.
I pull out a laminated menu that includes the prices, pointing to the line that shows that by getting twelve, he receives a two-dollar discount, which I have already accounted for.
He shakes his head and swipes his card through the reader.
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