GENRE: Contemporary, Romance
LENGTH: 3,944 words
This story is included in the anthology, Working Men
BLURB: When Sean sees Andrew enter the ice cream shop he works at, he falls instantly in love. It's a problem he's had before. This time, he is not going to follow the same path, especially when Andrew already has a girlfriend.
But the next day, the "girlfriend" comes back to the ice cream shop looking for Sean, and leaves him a number where he can reach Andrew. What's up with that?
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His name is Andrew. He looks at me dead on, then clears his throat and shrugs. "Something warm and sweet," he says, his gaze burning into me. "With lots of cream." He turns to Chad. "You have anything like that?"
Chad frowns at the menu. "Well ..."
If he tells them about the hot fudge sundaes, I'll just die. Warm and sweet, lots of cream. And he's already got a girl? Damn.
"How about a hot fudge sundae? Perfect way to end a perfect day, don't you think?"
I roll my eyes. Of course, I have to work for Mr. Comedian. Andrew stands there smiling because he knows he wasn't talking about the sundaes, and he knows I know he wasn't talking about ice cream ... hell, from the smirk on her face even his girl knows what he's talking about, and if I wasn't already hiding in the corner behind the soda fountain, I'd sink into the floor and just disappear.
My knees are weak from that pale gaze, that deep voice, and any moment now I could melt away like chocolate. I imagine myself as chocolate beneath his hands, melting into his touch, moaning his name, his lips like cherries on my skin, his tongue a swirl of sensation across my body. Tony's as oblivious as Chad. "Fudge sounds good."
Andrew shrugs as I shake ice from my drink into my mouth. "Maybe I'll go for something hard," he says. The ice cracks loudly between my teeth when I bite down on it.
Tony frowns. "You want something warm and hard?"
Damn it to hell, I'm blushing, I know it, flushed and red -- I'm not prepared for this. Any other night I'd flirt back; it's summer and there are a million guys on the boardwalk, but this one makes me ache as if I'm waking from a good dream, one I don't want to lose in the daylight. If he didn't have a girl with him, if the Romano kid wasn't here, if Chad wasn't here, maybe I'd flirt back. If I could even look at him and remember how to speak.