Page 4 of Candy Coated Curves

“Come on now, I’ll take y’all home.”

Could I convince Nash to be the one to take my cherry? Everything I have belongs to him anyways. At least in my heart it does.

chapterthree

Nash

I spread the peanut butter fudge across the marble slab with my paddle. Aside from the classic fudge, this is our best seller. It’s my Granny’s recipe and all I can think about is eating it off of Roni’s plump little body. I’m a pervy son of a bitch.

She’s looking sweet and fresh today in some festive leggings that cling to her short curvy legs. Every time she leans over the counter, I can see the way those leggings mold to her pussy. It’s probably my imagination, but I swear I can see the outline of things down below. So here I am, spreading fudge the way I’ve done every day of my life for the last two decades and I’m as hard as this marble slab.

The over-the-door bell rings and in walks that college fucker from the night before. He’s wearing another collared shirt, but with a pair of blue jeans this time. His eyes zero in on Roni immediately and he grins brightly.

“There you are!” he says. “I was told I could find you here.”

She looks up at his voice and kinda gives a little hop backwards. “Pete,” she says. “Uh, why were you looking for me?”

He chuckles. “Because, we didn’t get to finish our conversation last night.”

She glances over her shoulder at me, then back at him. “Well, I’m at work, so now’s not really a good time.”

“Oh, you need me to buy something. No problem, babe, I got you covered. Don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.” He looks down into the glass display case at all the fudge flavors available and the other confections we offer. There are also old-fashioned whiskey barrels behind him filled with hard candies. But he smiles and points at something on the bottom shelf. “Cherries.”

“Yes?” she asks.

“Chocolate-covered cherries. I bet those are so sweet and ripe.”

Give me a fucking break. Iaccidentallybang the paddle on the marble.

Roni lifts her chin a little. “We usually sell them by the pound or individually.”

“Why don’t you let me take you to dinner, then afterwards we will talk all about those cherries?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t date customers. Besides, I already have a boyfriend.”

He laughs. “Oh sure, that’s convenient.” He leans against the glass, getting his goddamn fingerprints all over my display case. “You didn’t mention a boyfriend last night.”

And I am so done with this scrawny son of a bitch. I pull off my gloves, not giving a shit if walking away now ruins this batch of fudge; I’ll make more later.

“What’s the problem?” I ask, stepping right next to Roni.

She visibly relaxes into my presence, nearly sagging against me, and something inside me blooms. She makes me feel like a king sometimes. Like I’m the most powerful man in the world, at least in her world.

Pete, the ass, looks up at me. “I’m just talking to Roni here. Don’t see how it’s your business.”

“Well, the Candy Jar is my business so anything that happens inside of it is as well.”

“I wanted to buy some cherries and Roni was refusing,” Pete tosses out.

Which is not at all what happened. Fucker. “Roni reserves the right to refuse customers if they’re being obnoxious and disrespectful.”

Pete snorts. “What are you, her dad?”

“Actually no,” I say, then I wrap an arm around Roni and pull her snug to my side. “I’m her boyfriend.”

She looks up at me and grins. Then one of her small hands runs up my torso then back down stopping just shy of my belt.” Sometimes I like to call him ‘daddy,’” she says in her sassiest voice.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” Pete snaps. Then he looks at Roni. “No wonder you’re still a virgin if this is who you’re going home with.” Then he turns on his heels and leaves.

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