Fred and Ginger by Isobel Starling

Author:Isobel Starling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic comedy, mm romance, happy ending, dog owner, bakery chef

CHAPTER FOUR

“I hope you’ve got something my size,” Robin hollered.

“Yeah, its one size fits all!” Chris called back as he strolled out of the staff room, toward the naked man. Chris could not deny what a funny sight it was, or the satisfaction he felt when he presented Robin with a black Leather apron, studded to spell out the words BIG BOY.

Robin looked at the apron and his jaw dropped open. “NO! I’m not wearing THAT!”

“Well that’s all I’ve got to offer, I’m afraid.” Chris sighed in feigned apology.

“Oh my god, you are really enjoying this aren’t you?” Robin retorted, grabbing the Leather apron.

“Not as much as you are!” Chris replied salaciously, eyeing Robin’s crotch.

At that moment Robin would have accepted even a dirty dish cloth to cover his semi- erect cock. He blushed again, and threaded the neck loop over his head and hurriedly tied a bow around the back, where it was a little exposed…and draughty.

“You know I‘m itching to take a photo and send it to my boss.” Chris admitted, shamelessly enjoying how he was making Robin squirm. Yes, this could be fun after-all!

“Don’t you dare?” Robin said, backing toward the door, scandalized by the comment.

“I’ve got a business reputation to protect! This is a one off punishment for wrong doing. Enjoy the view, cos you’ll never see me in a leather apron again.”

Chris’s eyes glinted with mirth. He turned away chuckling to himself and headed for the store room, returning a few moments later with three slabs of flesh tinted marzipan. He beckoned Robin to follow him to the long metal table at the other end of the kitchen. On one side of the table the mixer was set up, bedside digital scales and a collection of ingredients. Chris put the slabs of marzipan on the far end of the table and began to set up the work space for Robin.

“Can you go wash your hands please…that sink over there.” he said pointing to a separate small stainless steel sink that had an electric blue hand-wash dispenser at the side and a paper towel dispenser above. Robin did as he was told, reading the health and safety guidance notice that was stuck on the wall in front of the sink. He felt a little freaked out all of a sudden, realising that he could possibly make someone ill by not washing his hands properly. Robin washed his hands three times for luck, and then dried them thoroughly on paper towels.

Chris looked over at Robin. He could not deny the wide grin that grew on his face at the sight of that lovely flawless, pale arse wobbling as Robin furiously scrubbed his hands. Such a biteable arse. He sighed internally.

“You can leave some skin on your hands, you know!” Chris chuckled as Robin threw his third paper towel in the bin. Robin turned around and glared in the realisation of where Chris’s gaze had been pinned. He gave him a stern narrow eyed stare.

“You’ve been checking out my arse, haven’t you?” He accused.

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