pleasantly asked his returning customer.
"I was wondering about those cupcakes you gave me yesterday," Bob replied. "What's in them?" There was a twinkle in the old man's eyes, but he just shrugged.
"Just the natural ingredients that go into every sweet in my shop. A little flour, some sugar, chocolate, and a lot of love." Bob glanced around to make sure they were alone, and also dropped his voice to a whisper.
"So you didn't, um, spike the stuff? You know, with aphrodisiacs or hormones or something like that?" he asked the shop keeper. Eres pulled back and wrinkled his nose.
"Heavens, no. None of that stuff here. Just the basics." Bob could see he was treading on thin ice with insulting the proud sweets maker. Bob swore the whole store grew darker and the air became harder to breath.
"Oh, well, then how many of those cupcakes do you have and how long do they last?" That question got Eres smiling again, and the dark, suffocating feeling vanished in an instant. Eres leaned back over the counter and gave the other man a wink.
"Oh, I'd say I have about two dozen in the back, and they last as long as you need them," Eres answered him. Bob pulled out his credit card and plopped it down on the counter.
"I'll take everything you have, and be back when we run out."
Mr. Eres took the card and rang it up on the cash register. His smile widened when he thought of the happy new customers he now had, and the many pleasurable hours they would enjoy because of his cupcakes.
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