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chair.
    There were two things he was sure
of going to bed that night…
    First, he’d see Beth tomorrow.
    Second, they’d have coffee.
    **
    Beth rolled to her left side and
stared at the clock. 
    Midnight.
    She had to be at the bakery by
five-thirty for some cake orders that came in last minute.  It seemed
everything today had been last minute , people trying to mask the fact
they were at the bakery because of the obvious reason. 
    The robbery.
    That’s what it would forever be in
her heart and her mind. 
    The robbery.
    Did the robbery really matter?  The
man took what he wanted and left.  It was Beth’s own fault and she told herself
that.  She also checked the front door lock three times before brushing her
teeth and preparing for bed.  When she finished, she made up an excuse to go
check the door again.
    With her bedroom door locked and a
baseball bat under her bed, Beth knew she’d have to face the fact that maybe the
robbery did more than she originally thought.  The only thing that stuck in
her mind were the words the man had to use.  Bad enough a complete stranger
needed to steal money from her, but did he have to use such evil words? 
    The thought of it made Beth feel
worse about herself.  Here she lay, alone, in a king size bed, touching her own
body, closing her eyes to pretend that if she couldn’t see, she couldn’t feel. 
Her hands moved along her curves and she shuddered, trying to determine just
how big and ugly she really was.  When she got to her hips and then around to
her legs, her fingertips made a hurrying move between her legs, almost
dangerously close to a sensitive spot on her body.  The sudden move made her
gasp for air and for a split second when she opened her eyes, she saw the man
from the bakery today.  The man… Bobby …
    “Bobby,” she whispered.
    Something about him carried with
her.  The way he looked at her – again and again – and the way he talked to
her.  She swore she picked up flirting in his voice.  She didn’t feel like the
flirting kind of woman to attract a man in a suit like Bobby, especially when
she considered the way he looked. 
    Tall.  Handsome.  Wide shoulders
that pulled at his suit jacket.  His tie tight enough to show his care to his
work but loose enough to hint that he was capable of the unexpected.  A round
jaw line with just enough scruff to make a woman sigh.  Eyes that packed a
wicked punch of sexiness and mystery.
    Beth remembered it all, even the
way he asked her for coffee.
    Was that a date?
    Had he asked her out?
    It couldn’t have been.
    She then remembered seeing the
folder in his hand. 
    Maybe he was some kind of salesman,
using his good looks and her non-existent self- confidence to close a deal.
    But that didn’t make sense.
    His eyes wouldn’t lie, nobody’s
really could.  As Beth thought about looking into Bobby’s eyes her body heated
up.  Things happened that hadn’t happened in a long time.  Her breasts suddenly
felt full and lonely.  Between her legs, a flame kicked up and wetness tickled
her.  Her fingertips started to take that small climb back to where they were. 
When she touched herself, pressing against her pants and panties, she moaned,
hoping Bobby would kick down her bedroom door and have her.
    Who knew, if he really did like
those oatmeal cookies enough, maybe he’d come back for more… a woman can
dream …

 
    5-
     
    The next day the bakery was
back to its normal pace of things.  The crowd outside didn’t exist and
insistent forced buying all but stopped.  A few extras lingered, and some even
just walked by the bakery, pausing to look in the window to see that she
actually remained open after the robbery.
    Beth fought off her apprehension
and anxiety by thinking of Bobby.  It was silly, yes, but there was nothing
wrong with fantasizing about a stranger.  They had met, they had exchanged a
few glances, and with that, Beth had something sexy to think about for a little
while.  The