Hot Fudge Fraud
““I have to taste these,” Belinda reasoned, “I can’t sell any candy that I haven’t personally tasted myself.” She popped the truffle into her mouth and giggled as jelly dribbled down her chin and cream clung to her lips.
“Looks delicious. How do I get some of those?” A deep male voice laced with a French accent inquired.
Belinda looked up and locked eyes with a swarthy, casually dressed powerhouse of a man. With the body and apparel of a lumberjack, he was exquisitely masculine and ext...remely unnerving as he smirked at Belinda with raspberry goo trickling down her face. Searching in vain for a napkin, Belinda hastily licked the cream off her lips and indelicately wiped her chin on her sleeve. The stranger’s amusement deepened, and he cocked his head to one side while wearing a disarming grin. Mortified, Belinda struggled to speak to the French-accented Adonis who stood before her making a mockery of her embarrassing predicament. She was more astonished when the man walked forward and boldly lifted a chocolate off the tray.MoreLess
“Looks delicious. How do I get some of those?” A deep male voice laced with a French accent inquired.
Belinda looked up and locked eyes with a swarthy, casually dressed powerhouse of a man. With the body and apparel of a lumberjack, he was exquisitely masculine and ext...remely unnerving as he smirked at Belinda with raspberry goo trickling down her face. Searching in vain for a napkin, Belinda hastily licked the cream off her lips and indelicately wiped her chin on her sleeve. The stranger’s amusement deepened, and he cocked his head to one side while wearing a disarming grin. Mortified, Belinda struggled to speak to the French-accented Adonis who stood before her making a mockery of her embarrassing predicament. She was more astonished when the man walked forward and boldly lifted a chocolate off the tray.MoreLess
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