They left for the day, and I did a walk-through. I decided I wanted to upgrade the entire bakery. I mean, the walls could use a fresh coat of paint; new tables and chairs were in order; and upon examining the floors, I came to the conclusion that wood would be nice. The tiles were still in great shape, if you asked me, but the grout lines screamed out for a serious scrub. Not wanting to tackle that backbreaking task, I decided I’d mention the front area of the restaurant to Will that night. It wasn’t as urgent as the kitchen, but it was in need of a serious face-lift, so maybe later on down the line he could transform my place into an upscale space. Upgrading the FIRE AND ICING sign would make a strong statement too. After walking around and jotting down notes to share with Will, I headed home. As soon as I got inside, I ran a bath, and as I soaked, I imagined all the things Will could do to make my body quiver. “Oh, Will,” I whispered. I relaxed and let my fingers roam to my special area.
