Sugar Dusted Dad Bod by Cassie Mint

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 city’s sweet tooth.
But staying late every night with sugar in my hair is no hardship at all when I’m 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.
He’s my boss, and so much older. I shouldn’t kid myself that he wants me too.
But sometimes when we’re alone, he gets this look in his eye. Like he’d give anything for a taste…