Eloise stood there wide eyed, mouth agape at the subject of her fantasy standing on her porch.
“Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. See, I made a special trip to the bakery this morning and, having some extra after packing treats for the gals to take to school and work, I thought it would be nice to share some with you,” Aaron said with a smile.
Struggling to fight the fact that all she wanted to do was jump his bones right there, she managed to say, “How thoughtful of you!”
“If I remember correctly, these cream puffs are your favorite. Right?” he asked expectantly.
Aaron was, in fact, correct but the only cream Eloise was desiring from him did not come in the form of a baked good. Her mind tried to wander to a place where Aaron was feeding her cream puffs naked after having ravaged her, but she relented in an effort to behave normally. “You sure do know what I like!” she exclaimed. Flustered and overthinking her simple statement, she clarified, “From the bakery, I mean.” Though Aaron didn’t need that qualifier, it did help to soothe Eloise’s growing paranoia stemming from her fantasies.