His Temptress

g, and she enjoyed working there. Abeni was at wo

He nodded toward the back of the store. "I'd like a few of those tarts and

ustomers enjoying their meals. "I'm sorry, sir, but that's not p

sure we can work something out." There was a twin

nd nodded. "Alright, sir. I'll be happy to deliver your order to your table." She put the requested item

w closer, he smiled at her in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "There you are, dear. Just w

inside her. This was not how it was supposed

rmly, her voice shaking only slightly. "I

un here." He reached out again, his hand moving closer to her breast. Abeni's temper snapp

and he stared at her in shock. For a moment, they were both frozen in place. Then, as if coming to his senses, he

ession furious. The old man pointed an accusatory finger at Abeni. "This girl just slapped me for no reason!" he shouted. Mark looked at

n grave. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said, putting a comforting hand on her shoul

employees slapping customers, no matter what the provocation. It reflects poorly on the bakery." Abeni winced

eed to be careful how we handle these situations." She no

sh up your shift? You've had enough excitement for one day." She forced a weak smile, grateful for his understanding. As she turned to leave, he called after her, "

roat, and hurried back to her station. The rest of the day passed in a blur of customers and cakes. Each time she