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had turned
around and looked at her, talked to her – not at her – made her body gush.  She
gripped the counter and felt her knees a little wobbly.  The suit on Bobby did
him justice, the way it hugged his body.  But a man like Bobby… would he care
for a woman like Beth?  Beth the way society pictured things.  The strong men
with skinny women.  That nonsense crap that was plastered everywhere, including
Beth’s mind.
    Bobby paused again, with a hand on
the door, and asked, “Do you like coffee?”
    “Sure, who doesn’t?” Beth replied.
    “Want to get some?”
    “I can’t.  The bakery… is mine…”
    “You don’t serve coffee?”
    “Never really thought to,” Beth
said.
    Bobby nodded.  He smiled and didn’t
reply.
    By the end of the weekend, the
bakery, and Beth, would be his.

 
    -4
     
    In his hotel room, Bobby
placed the oatmeal raisin cookies on the table next to his laptop.  He opened
his computer, turned it on, and smiled at the sight of the cookies.  He wasn’t
lying when he told Beth that he hated oatmeal raisin cookies.  He also wasn’t
lying when he said he liked hers.  They had a perfect tenderness to them,
mixing with a sweet flavor that worked with the oatmeal texture.  They were
like they just came out of the oven, not hard, not crumbling.
    By the time Bobby read through his
emails, he had eaten all the cookies.  He actually wished for more cookies.  He
checked the clock and knew for sure that Beth wouldn’t be at the bakery.  Part
of him felt tempted to go back to see if she worked late every night.  Then he
reminded himself that she had been through hell with the robbery and he decided
against his idea.  He had to focus. 
    Beth didn’t know anything about
him, or his purpose.
    She didn’t know he knew about the
robbery.  She didn’t know he was there to get her out of her bakery. 
    For all Beth knew, Bobby was just a
businessman passing through town.
    Seeing Beth had unleashed something
in Bobby.  Being far enough away from work to not have to care so much gave him
a sense of freedom he hadn’t tasted in years.  As Bobby licked his lips,
catching the last taste of sugar, he wished his tongue were traveling on Beth’s
voluptuous body.  He couldn’t stop thinking about Beth, and her body.  Big was
beautiful and Beth was perfectly beautiful.
    After filtering through a few legal
and financial documents that Mr. Galloway had emailed to him, Bobby finally
called it a day.  A long day at that.  He thought about turning the laptop off
and watching television, maybe take advantage of the fact that Mr. Galloway was
paying for everything tonight and through the weekend.  While he thought about
it, he found himself scouring the internet to find Beth.  He managed to find
the same picture he saw in the newspaper.  The colored version online looked
much better than the cheap black and white picture.
    He felt like a horned up teenager
again, sitting there, staring at the picture of Beth.
    How would this even work?
    Have sex with Beth and then
casually ask her to leave his hotel… and her business?
    Bobby shook his head.
    It wouldn’t be sex.
    Well, it wouldn’t just be
sex.
    Not with a woman like Beth.
    Yes, he wanted to touch her.  Hold
her.  Fuck her.  But he also wanted more.
    Just how much more almost scared him. 
Their conversation had lasted all of five minutes, and ended with Bobby asking
her out for coffee.  Even then, Beth didn’t have time to go for coffee.  That
made it clear her business was her life.
    The thing about Bobby was that he
didn’t give up so easily.  If that were the case, he would have stayed away the
first time Mr. Galloway fired him five years ago.  Instead, he showed up to
work and closed a deal before lunch and managed to get Mr. Galloway to buy him
lunch and rehire him. 
    From the corner of Bobby’s eye he
noticed something on top of the small counter that served as a make shift
kitchen.  He smiled and jumped from his