Being tense and restless all night made them both horny.

Stuart pushed at his pillow, plumped it, then squinted at the clock on the nightstand. Four in the morning. I never worry, he thought to himself. Why should I? I can get another job. He closed his eyes, but they opened again. In his mind he still heard the boss at the Village Bake Shop saying, “Sex and business don’t mix.” And that was it, until he added, “I’m letting you go. I’m keeping Martha, since this was more your fault than hers.”

The two bakers just happened to fall in love, but it hadn’t affected their work. It was the idiot boss’s jealousy, that’s all. He’d hear them talking and think that they were loafing. They were just passing the time, waiting for the bread to rise or the... Read More