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shame in closing up early.  Anyone who would
come to the bakery would understand why she’d be closed.  As she thought about
it, the door opened again, and when Beth looked, she saw a man in a black
hoodie, holding a gun…

 
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    She blinked three times
before the man transformed before her eyes.
    He wasn’t in a black hoodie, and he
wasn’t holding a gun.
    The man wore a black suit, black
tie, and held a folder.
    The complete opposite of a man who
was going to rob her. 
    Or so she thought.
    Robert Ians walked with confidence
to the counter of the bakery, inhaling the great smell of the place.  His eyes
were locked onto the woman behind the counter and he quickly recognized her
from the picture in the paper.
    Bethany Colette.
    Beth tried to keep her composure
behind the counter.  While she learned her lesson about not trying to judge
people, she didn’t want to judge the man in the suit.  Although something about
his attitude didn’t come across well, the way he looked at her… it made her
feel safe.
    She side stepped to the cookie case
and opened it, trying to pretend she had a purpose for going to the cookie
case.  She waited for the man to speak to her.  She couldn’t handle anymore
forced small talk about anything.
    “Excuse me,” the man said, “are
those oatmeal raisin?”
    “Uh, yeah, they are,” Beth said. 
“I normally have chocolate chip, but I…”  Beth stared at the man and suddenly
felt attracted to his eyes.  They were a deep brown, hovering on black but when
the light hit them, they shined beautifully.  He didn’t look like the kind of
man that should be in a suit, but the suit certainly fit him well.  He filled
it out with no problem.  She thought about what her mind wanted her to say, in
a growling voice, I didn’t make chocolate chip cookies because the last time
I did, I was robbed at gunpoint and called a fat pig…   Instead, Beth went
subtle.
    “I made these instead.”
    “Can I have a few?” the man asked.
    “You have to pay for them,” Beth
snapped back.  She let out a small gasp and put her hand to her mouth.  “Oh my,
I’m so sorry for saying it like that.”
    “I wouldn’t think anything else
than to pay.”  Robert reached into his pocket and pulled out some money and
placed it on the counter.  “Rest is yours.  My name’s Robert, by the way.”
    “Can I call you Bobby?” Beth asked.
    “You can call me anything you
want,” Bobby replied.  He actually hated when Mr. Galloway called him Bobby but
when Beth said it, it sounded pretty good. 
    He tried to control his eyes, but
how could he?
    “I’m Bethany,” Beth said, forcing
Bobby’s eyes to hers.  “Yes, you can call me Beth, I prefer it.”
    “Beth,” Bobby whispered.
    Beth’s curves were sultry and
perfect.  How can any man not see that and appreciate it?  Having the kind of
curves she did didn’t mean anything negative, not even close.  Those curves
just proved how womanly she was.  How thick her breasts were.  How wide her
hips were.  Bobby couldn’t contain his wild thoughts as he imagined holding
onto Beth’s hips, his fingers digging into her skin, holding her tight, pulling
her closer…
    “I didn’t mean to sound mean,” Beth
said.
    “No, I didn’t take it that way at
all.  I didn’t mean to imply that you’d give me anything for free.”
    Bobby smiled and quickly realized
how terrible he must have sounded.  A cheap attempt at flirting.  He had been
used to the predictable women that Mr. Galloway paraded around.  The ones who
would just nod and smile and take their place.
    Beth had an aura of confidence and
fear around her that caught Bobby by surprise.  It seemed like an odd combination
but then again, Beth had survived a gun point robbery.  Thinking of the robbery
reminded Bobby of why he was there. 
    To convince Beth to move out.
    To secure the buildings.
    To rebuild them into something that
made a lot of money for Mr. Galloway and in return,