Once upon a time there was a faerie princess and…"Ugh! Will I ever get this right?" I angrily crumbled up the sheet of paper and threw it on the ground.
"Kagome Higurashi! Stop making a mess. People won't want to eat here if they think it's a pig sty!" Pushing my glasses up, I sighed and picked up my appalling attempt at a novel. "No one believes in fairy tales anymore any way." I thought as I smoothed out the sheet. The door chime goes off and I quickly hid all evidence of my failed attempt. "Hi, welcome to Little Wonders Bakery. Can I help you?" I quickly turned around and my vision collided with the most soul-searing, mismatched pair of eyes I've ever seen. I immediately started blushing but kept eye contact and paste a smile on my face. I knew this guy. He's the "big shot" at my high school; the one who is every girl's dream and every guy's best friend.
"Hey" he said so nonchalantly it made me want to check my hearing. "Am I not a girl?" I thought. I may not have been the most attractive girl but I had a pulse and, therefore, was this guy's type.
"Can I get an application?" he asked. "You'll have to see the manager. She's at the book counter," I replied. I spun around, trying to look busy. Guys like him got on my nerves. He saw girls as objects of satisfaction; only to be used and then discarded for the next one. I'm sure he has his moments but I thought I was the only who sees him for what he truly was: a user. "What is Inuyasha doing here anyway?" I thought to myself. "The Takahashi family has the Midas touch and his father has only increased their already endless fortune." I shrug and started making brownie batter for a fresh batch. That usually helped bring in the after school crowd.
An obnoxious titter destroyed my otherwise serene atmosphere. I look up to see the manager bent over the counter, allowing her comically large breasts to almost fall out of her shirt. Hand over her mouth, she giggled again, the high pitched noise making me almost drop the pan I was greasing. Inuyasha has obviously turned the charm on for this poor girl. I shook my head. "She has no idea what's about to hit her," I thought.
Inuyasha strolled back over to my side of the store and arranged his abnormally tall self into one of our many plastic chairs. I resumed my work, determined to stop observing him, as amusing as it was. I grabbed two eggs and crack them into my dark mixture. I swiftly became engrossed in my work; making sure the batter turned into one, smooth, homogenous mix of chocolately deliciousness. With that task completed, I set down the bowl. "It needs something," I thought.
"Maybe some chocolate chips?" Inuyasha answered. I jumped, unaware that I had spoken my thoughts out loud. I stared at him defiantly. "No, I don't think that's what's missing." Inuyasha somehow managed to remove the chair from his body and sauntered up to the counter. "Oh really? Well, why don't you let me have a taste?" he said with a smirk. Not willing to back down, I whirled around and took a spoonful. "Help yourself," I said as I handed him the spoon. Those mystical eyes on me, he lifted the spoon to his mouth. He then began to slowly, almost seductively suck on the utensil, never breaking eye contact. My ears burn but I wasn't willing to back down either. He took his time pulling the spoon out of his mouth. His lush lips then opened to release his tongue. He started to lap, LAP at the spoon as if it held drops from the Fountain of Youth. I let my bangs fall into my face, unable to continue watching him. He disturbed me; awakened something inside me but I wasn't going to admit it; not even to myself.
Aware that I was no longer watching the show, Inuyasha handed me back the spoon. "I'm not sure what it needs. Maybe you should try it," he said. Unlike him, I did not give the spoon oral sex. It was quite unnerving, however, to have someone watch your mouth with such intensity. I wanted to turn around and concentrate on the flavors emanating from the spoon but he had no affect on me, or at least, I would refuse to admit he did. I took the spoon out of my mouth, awkwardly stood behind the counter, unaware of what to say. His gaze remained on my lips. I opened my mouth to say something, any thing to get him to look else where but the motion of his arm stopped me. His hand was suddenly at the corner of my mouth. Inuyasha continued to study my lips as his thumb wiped the batter from the corner of my mouth. Without moving his gaze, he slowly rubbed his thumb against my lower lip. I want to say I shoved his hand away with a disgusted look but all I did was clench my fists to keep my lip from quivering. After reaching the other side of my lip, his hand fell to his side. I don't know what possessed me to lick my lip but I did. Hunger flared in his mismatched eyes as I slid my tongue from one end to the other. I had to break the tension; I had to. The look in Inuyasha's eyes was possessive and unknown to me.
"Peppermint," I said. As if waking up from a dream, Inuyasha's hazy eyes met mine. "What?" he asked. "The brownies need one tablespoon of peppermint extract," I said a little too quickly. I don't think I could've made it only more obvious the affect he had on me. "Inuyasha!" the shrill voice of my manager broke the trance-like state we had only seconds before been immersed in. "Saved by the bell," I thought. Looking at my manager, I winced at yet another high pitched giggle. "Or close to it."
I watched Inuyasha hand in his application. He whispered something in Kikyo's ear, setting off another "adorable" giggle fit. "He'll never get a job here," I thought. "He probably has zero work experience." After putting the mint brownies lovingly into the oven in the back room, I sat down on an industrial size box of flour and mentally yelled at myself for allowing the scene with Inuyasha to ever happen.
