The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) by Nelle L'Amour Page B
Authors: Nelle L'Amour
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couldn’t get my fill of him. An orgasmic rush of happiness filled every crevice of my being.
A huge ear-to-ear grin spread on Owen’s face as I smacked a kiss on his lips; wearing his mother’s vintage platforms made them easier to reach. “Oh, Owen! You’ve taken me for donuts!”
“This is the original Donut King shop. The one my father opened in the fifties. The one that started it all.”
I glanced up at the big neon sign and it indeed mentioned it was the original. The words “Serving fresh donuts since 1959” flashed beneath the big pink donut. I was in awe as Owen continued, remorse creeping into his deep voice.
“Sadly, we may have to close it down as business has been terrible. The Starbeans next door is killing us.”
My eyes shifted to his competition and the long line of people waiting for its doors to open. The Donut King was already open for business, but there wasn’t a soul inside. My heart ached for Owen as he escorted me inside the deserted store.
It looked like all the other Donut Kings I’d been too. It had a funky retro feel to it that was fun and uplifting. The color scheme took its inspiration from a pink frosted sprinkled donut—mint green, hot pink, aqua, and chocolate brown. Though there were several fifties-styled booths for dining-in, a see-thru glass case dominated the cozy space in which trays of neatly arranged, mouth-watering donuts in all varieties were arranged in rows. It didn’t look like a single donut had been purchased. Behind the glass counter was another counter with coffee machines, napkins, cups, and paper bags. The tantalizing aroma of the freshly baked donuts and coffee made me giddy.
From a backroom, a buxom redheaded woman who looked to be in her early sixties, emerged. She was wearing a short-sleeved pink dress with a white apron bearing the company logo and was carrying a large tray of freshly baked glazed donuts. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Owen.
“Owen! How wonderful to see you!”
“Good morning, Marge.” Owen seemed equally glad to see her. The sadness in his eyes gave way to a cheerful glint.
“Can I offer you a donut?” she asked as she set the tray inside the counter next to the others. “They’re fresh out of the fryer and still warm.”
“Yes, and a cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar. Make that two of each.”
Owen introduced us. I soon found out that Marge was his mother’s best friend and had been working at this location since the store’s opening. With her crinkly but vibrant toffee eyes and her deep, husky voice, there was a warmth to her that I found instantly appealing. Owen was obviously very comfortable around her and introduced me as his girlfriend.
While I felt myself flushing the color of a pink frosted donut, a warm smile lit up Marge’s face.
“So nice to meet you, Olive. It’s about time Owen settled down.” Her twinkling eyes darted to my dashing companion. “And young man, you look like you’ve picked a winner. Not only is she beautiful, but there’s something about her that reminds me of your mother.”
Owen wrapped a brawny arm around my shoulders. “Yeah. She’s special. A keeper for sure.”
I was tingly all over as Marge readied our order. “Will you be staying or taking it to go?”
Owen glanced down at his watch. “We’d love to stay, Marge, but we’re short on time. I have to get into the office. We’re doing a new commercial and have a full day of casting. Thanks to my princess, we’ve come up with a whole new marketing strategy.” He gave me a little squeeze. “Fingers crossed it’s going to turn things around.”
Marge sighed. “From your lips to God’s ears. Business has been terrible.”
Owen shot her a wink. “Hang in there, Marge. I’ve got a good feeling about things.”
With a hopeful smile, Marge handed us our donuts in small paper bags along with the steamy hot coffees in paper cups. I could feel the warmth of the donut right through the bag and the aroma
A huge ear-to-ear grin spread on Owen’s face as I smacked a kiss on his lips; wearing his mother’s vintage platforms made them easier to reach. “Oh, Owen! You’ve taken me for donuts!”
“This is the original Donut King shop. The one my father opened in the fifties. The one that started it all.”
I glanced up at the big neon sign and it indeed mentioned it was the original. The words “Serving fresh donuts since 1959” flashed beneath the big pink donut. I was in awe as Owen continued, remorse creeping into his deep voice.
“Sadly, we may have to close it down as business has been terrible. The Starbeans next door is killing us.”
My eyes shifted to his competition and the long line of people waiting for its doors to open. The Donut King was already open for business, but there wasn’t a soul inside. My heart ached for Owen as he escorted me inside the deserted store.
It looked like all the other Donut Kings I’d been too. It had a funky retro feel to it that was fun and uplifting. The color scheme took its inspiration from a pink frosted sprinkled donut—mint green, hot pink, aqua, and chocolate brown. Though there were several fifties-styled booths for dining-in, a see-thru glass case dominated the cozy space in which trays of neatly arranged, mouth-watering donuts in all varieties were arranged in rows. It didn’t look like a single donut had been purchased. Behind the glass counter was another counter with coffee machines, napkins, cups, and paper bags. The tantalizing aroma of the freshly baked donuts and coffee made me giddy.
From a backroom, a buxom redheaded woman who looked to be in her early sixties, emerged. She was wearing a short-sleeved pink dress with a white apron bearing the company logo and was carrying a large tray of freshly baked glazed donuts. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Owen.
“Owen! How wonderful to see you!”
“Good morning, Marge.” Owen seemed equally glad to see her. The sadness in his eyes gave way to a cheerful glint.
“Can I offer you a donut?” she asked as she set the tray inside the counter next to the others. “They’re fresh out of the fryer and still warm.”
“Yes, and a cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar. Make that two of each.”
Owen introduced us. I soon found out that Marge was his mother’s best friend and had been working at this location since the store’s opening. With her crinkly but vibrant toffee eyes and her deep, husky voice, there was a warmth to her that I found instantly appealing. Owen was obviously very comfortable around her and introduced me as his girlfriend.
While I felt myself flushing the color of a pink frosted donut, a warm smile lit up Marge’s face.
“So nice to meet you, Olive. It’s about time Owen settled down.” Her twinkling eyes darted to my dashing companion. “And young man, you look like you’ve picked a winner. Not only is she beautiful, but there’s something about her that reminds me of your mother.”
Owen wrapped a brawny arm around my shoulders. “Yeah. She’s special. A keeper for sure.”
I was tingly all over as Marge readied our order. “Will you be staying or taking it to go?”
Owen glanced down at his watch. “We’d love to stay, Marge, but we’re short on time. I have to get into the office. We’re doing a new commercial and have a full day of casting. Thanks to my princess, we’ve come up with a whole new marketing strategy.” He gave me a little squeeze. “Fingers crossed it’s going to turn things around.”
Marge sighed. “From your lips to God’s ears. Business has been terrible.”
Owen shot her a wink. “Hang in there, Marge. I’ve got a good feeling about things.”
With a hopeful smile, Marge handed us our donuts in small paper bags along with the steamy hot coffees in paper cups. I could feel the warmth of the donut right through the bag and the aroma
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