He kept blowing on the liquid in his mug, making the steam rise up, bringing with it the yummy scent over and over again. When it had cooled a little and he couldn't wait any longer, he took a careful sip. Oh, perfect. He took a bigger mouthful, letting the taste slide over his tongue and coat the inside of his mouth.
Managing somehow not to groan out loud, he still couldn't keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. God, it was good. While it didn't quite scratch the itch he'd been having all night long, it did warm him and mellow him out. The sting of rejection faded fast under the onslaught of the liquid chocolate.
Speaking of chocolate... he was about halfway through his drink when something new hit his nose. Sweet, a little spicy, all male with a lovely chocolate undertone. He looked up, eyes searching for whoever it was who smelled so intriguing.
"Hey, Betsy." The voice, belonging to a very nice-looking man dressed in chef's whites, was a lovely timbre, settling as nicely on Dayton's ears as the smells had on his nose.
"Connor." Betsy nodded to the newcomer. She didn't give him any more attention than that, which allowed Dayton to observe as this Connor made his way along the counter and then into the kitchen.
Connor was fair -- hair and skin -- and slim. If Dayton's eyes weren't fooling him, the man was also green-eyed, and his hair was an almost-brown red. As he'd already observed, Connor was decently built, thigh muscles on display through the white pants as Connor walked.
The scent that had first caught his attention grew stronger as Connor came nearer, and then faded slowly away once the man was in the kitchen.
This had to be the new baker Dayton had heard rumblings about. Of course 'new' meant that the man had been in town for some time now. Almost a year, he thought. It was too bad he'd never noticed before now, because gossip also told him that Connor was gay. Dayton had always assumed the man was in his fifties and a little plump from eating his own wares. He wasn't sure why he'd made that assumption, maybe because his father had been a baker, so Dayton associated the job with older guys.
He knew Connor worked out of the diner, so how come he'd never actually seen the man before now? ENDEXCERPT