Are you listening, Santa?
Because my Christmas wish is my big, burly boss…
The holiday season is always crazy in Sugar Dusted bakery. We sift, knead, mix and frost until our eyes cross, all to feed the citys sweet tooth.
But staying late every night with sugar in my hair is no hardship at all when Im squeezed into the kitchen with him.
The man whose deep, rumbly voice makes me shiver all over. The gentle giant I want to scale like a cliff.
Hes my boss, and so much older. I shouldnt kid myself that he wants me too.
But sometimes when were alone, he gets this look in his eye. Like hed give anything for a taste…
