Fifty Flavours of Turkish Delight, chapter two
After her exchange of piercing meaningful glances with the exotically attractive Rudolphus Attaturk, Soaketta had to hurry so that she would not be late for her part-time job at the Bulk Barn*. Thoughts of the broodingly handsome and quite thrillingly financially well-endowed Mr Attaturk were distracting her so badly that twice she lost her way, once ending up at the swings in the public park and once nearly getting run over by a angry bell-ringing cyclist as she wandered in a daze across the road. "I wonder why is he disturbing me like this?" she wondered. "I've never spent so much time thinking about a man before. I feel quite tingly." Soaketta had been too busy with her studies to bother with the opposite sex, who all only wanted one thing anyway. "Oh my," she thought. "Oh well, I'll soon be too busy at work to keep thinking about his lucious caramel-coloured eyes and his intriguingly broad shoulders."
Imagine her surprise when, half an hour after her shift began, who should walk in to her branch of the Bulk Barn but Rude Attaturk himself. Soak didn't know why she thought of that nickname for him, because he wasn't rude at all, he was handsome and sexy and rich with extremely polished manners. She giggled. What a silly she was.
"We meet again," said Rude Attaturk in a voice like sugared honey that dripped delicious sensuality into the delicate Guylain seashells of Soak's ears. "I find myself obliged to buy the ingredients for a - confection..." He smiled at her suggestively. If only she knew what he was suggesting! His teeth were as white and shapely and cavity-free as those little pillow-shaped pieces of peppermint sugar-free chewing gum. He looked good enough to eat!
He lined up his purchases on the counter and she began to ring them through: a large tub of crunchy peanut butter; rose water; a jug of olive oil, sixteen bars of coverture chocolate; pink and white marshmallows; gummi bears; a dozen spray-cans of whipped cream, candied strawberries, a sherbet fountain and a Yorkie Bar.
"You have quite a wide selection of... icings, here," he said, gesturing with one well-manicured hand towards the large cardboard barrels filled to the brimmed with a deliciously whipped combination of guar gum, palm oil and refined sugar in a variety of intriguing flavours. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, smurf.... "Which would you - recommend?" he asked her using his warm husky voice.
"For - what?" Soaketta squeaked. Oh my, he would take her for a green young thing for sure!
"For putting on... Turkish Delight," he replied, smiling openly now with some secret knowledge that his mischievous golden eyes, which saw deep into her innocent soul, solemnly promised would one day be hers. She was interested despite herself because as far she knew, you didn't put icing on Turkish Delight, you rolled it in icing sugar - which was also a curiously arousing thought. But then, what did she know of the strange ways of the Turk people from Turkmenistan? He came from a different world from the world she knew. Rude Attaturk was a billionaire; if he wanted to put icing on his Turkish Delight, he could afford it.
"I followed you here, you know," he informed her, sending frissons of irrepresible delight tingling down her spine. "I sense that we are destined to... know one another better. I can see in your eyes that you have a... sweet tooth, as I do, though perhaps you haven't been awakened to the full intensity of its desires yet. Are you busy this weekend?"
*For non-Canadians, the Bulk Barn is where dry goods are sold wholesale at discount prices. Maybe there are also Bulk Barns in the USA? I don't know and, like EB James, I prefer not to do any research. I feel it ruins the authenticity of my vision.