Whetted Appetites by Anastacia Kelley

you.”  Dalton sniffed the air appreciatively.  He caught a wisp of what he was sure was Victoria’s perfume.  Vanilla.  He could have sworn she was wearing vanilla-scented perfume.  That combined with her lithe figure was almost too intoxicating.
         He found her eyeing him once again.  He cleared his throat.  “It smells marvelous in here.  And, please, call me Dalton.”
         Victoria grinned and nodded.  “As long as you call me Victoria…….Dalton.”  His name rolling off her sweet lips sounded more like a purr or a moan.  It did things to his insides as well as a specific thing outside.
         “Very well.  Victoria.”
         She had to keep from sighing at the way her name sounded coming from Dalton’s mouth.  She was glad she was behind the counter or else he would have seen her legs quiver just slightly.
         They stood in silence, entranced by each other, looking as if they could gobble the other in a matter of minutes.  If the store was closed and if there was no one else around, they might have done just that.
         The way Dalton’s suit hugged his body made Victoria’s breath catch and her mouth go dry.  The dark blue color was made for him.  Sexy.  Very sexy.
         “Victoria, where are----“Melissa stopped dead in her tracks.
         Victoria quickly regained her composure.  Not very professional, Bradley , she berated herself.
         “Melissa, this is……” Oh, hell.  His perusing blue eyes made her forget what she was supposed to say.  This was a new one on her.
         Melissa stepped in to save her struggling best friend. “Let me guess.”  She reached her hand out.  “You must be Mr. Dalton Hughes.”
         “Yes.  And you are…?”  He grabbed her hand.
         “Melissa Trenton.  Nice to meet you, Mr. Hughes.”
         “Nice to meet you, Miss Trenton.”  Though he smiled, he couldn’t hide the perplexed look on his face.  “And how do you know who I am, Melissa Trenton?”
         “That’s easy,” Melissa shrugged.  “Victoria said you looked like the guy who plays ‘Damon Salvatore’.”
         “Oh, she did, did she?”  Dalton let his gaze wander to Victoria, expecting to see her flustered, but she was just as composed as before.  Did nothing embarrass this enigmatic wonder?
         “Of course, Dalton,” Victoria admitted simply.  “I think Ian is absolutely sexy.”
         “I second that,” Melissa put in.
         Dalton flushed slightly at the comparison of the actor and himself.  He had no idea he looked anything like him.  Apparently, he did resemble him somewhat, given the look of admiration on both women’s faces.
         And the look on Victoria’s face was unmistakable.  He swallowed hard, trying to hold back the beginnings of a hard-on.  He was in a public place for goodness’ sakes.
         Was he ever going to get that thing under control?  He wasn’t eighteen any more.  Since when did a mere glance at a woman make his pants feel to tight?
         No , he amended silently, not just any woman.  Victoria.
         Never had any woman had this kind of effect on his body, his mind or certain parts of his anatomy so quickly.
         He looked at her bee-stung lips.  He wondered what they would feel like pressed against his.  Sweet and fiery would be his best guess.
         He needed a little sample.  Just a little taste.  What he really needed was to get her alone.  That was virtually impossible.  Not with customers coming in and out of the bakery.
         A light bulb went off in his head.  He would come by shortly after closing.  He wanted to kiss her before he lost his nerve.  He hoped he could muster up the courage to do so when he came back.  In the back of his mind, he knew Victoria would have no objections.
         An over timer went off in the back, signaling that it was time to take out whatever goodies were