It’s the eigth day of Blissemas and the lovely Justine Elyot has a yule log and something warming on her blog for you to enjoy plus a giveaway too! And don’t forget, a comment on Justine’s blog gets you into the big pick a prize Blissemas draw for an eReader or £100 to spend on eBooks!
And now for a little bit of Blisse. Just about every church and school has a Christmas fair around this time of year over here in the UK so I’ve picked a sweet little snippet from Snowed in at School set at the school’s Christmas fair to share with you today.
A collection of sweet,sensual and hot stories from the queen of festivities, Victoria Blisse. A sexy indulgence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.
“Three reindeer and a ginger snowman, that’ll be eighty pence please, Sara.”
I took the proffered pound coin from the smiling child and gave her back the change and her bag of cakes. “Thanks Miss Conrad,” she said and skipped off.
I really enjoyed baking for the school fairs, even though I would end up cooking into the wee hours of the morning to get everything done on time. It was watching the kids’ faces light up as they ate one of my treats which I liked the most.
“Hello Miss Conrad, how are sales?”
I nodded at Mr Stephenson, the year six teacher, and replied with a smile, “Very well, very well. The reindeer are proving particularly popular. How’s the tombola?”
“All the prizes have been won so I’m having a look around the other stalls. I had to come here first, I was afraid you might have sold out.”
“I still have a few things left, what would you like?”
“Everything looks so sweet,” he said with a cheeky smile.
I blushed and imagined that maybe he was including me in that statement. If only. Mr Stephenson was way out of my league.
He ran a hand through his dark hair and I bit my lip. I wondered what it’d be like to run my hands through his hair and I decided it would be sublime. His words jogged me from my day dream.
“Can I take a snowman biscuit, it’s ginger isn’t it?”
“Yeah, my secret gingerbread recipe, in fact.”
“Nice, I’ll have two snowmen then and a rum truffle.”
“Oh, the rum truffle is my favourite,” I chattered as I tried to still my hands enough to place his cakes into a bag, “instant Christmas in a mouthful those are.”
“Yeah, they look really succulent. I just can’t wait to get my mouth around them.”
I glanced to the side and could swear he was looking down the cleavage of my modest blouse.
“Mr Stephenson, do you want more than one?” I asked with a puzzled look.
“Oh, yes, yes,” he said, “two please, they look so good.”
“Right, well, that will be one pound twenty, sir.”
A twinge of arousal zipped from my lips to, well, my ‘womanly core’ as the romance books would put it. You see, I’d often fantasised about playing the naughty school girl to Mr Stephenson’s strict head teacher. Calling him sir made me wet.
“Okay, Miss,” he winked.
I blushed and just for a moment I wondered if he knew what was going on in my mind but his smile was so innocent and dimply he couldn’t possible know the sordid thoughts in my mind.
“Here, keep the change.” “Thanks.” I took the money and enjoyed the brush of his hand against mine.
“Miss Conrad, Miss Conrad,” A little voice pulled me from my daydreams.
“Yes, Sam?” “What would be nice for me mum? She’s been a bit poorly and I want to take her a treat.”
“That’s very nice of you, Sam,” I smiled. “Does she like ginger?”
As Sam ummed and ahhed I caught Mr Stephenson’s gaze; he waved and walked away. I felt so silly, like a teenager with a crush but I was seriously infatuated with the man and had been since I arrived at the school back in September.
“Miss, I said I don’t think she does, I think she’d like a mince pie. She likes mince pies.”
“Oh, right, of course.” I snapped myself out of my daydream. “These are lovely even if I do say so myself.”