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fury. For some reason, people have a hard time believing a tiny,
pink-haired fairy is evil.
    The second we near the bakery, Anna squirms loose of Ben’s
hold and grabs her bike from the alley behind the bakery and takes off, still
looking behind her for pursuers. I shake my head at her and open the door to my
apartment. I turn to say good-bye to Ben, but he’s right on my tails.
    “What are you doing, Ben?” His recent pushy behavior is
nothing like the past year of sweet date requests and walking me home after
work.
    “I’m coming in with you.”
    I put my hand up to stop him. “I’ve got work to do.”
Assuming I can manage to keep my teaching job that is.
    Ben isn’t deterred. “I’ll watch the game while you work, and
then we’ll order in.”
    “Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out.”
    He sighs and drops his forehead to mine. “Sweetheart, give
me this. You getting hauled into the police station scared the pants off of me.
I’m finally getting the chance at making you mine. I can’t lose you now.”
    Wow, that’s sweet. I melt. Who wouldn’t? I don’t say another
word and let him follow me up to my apartment. Ben plops down on my sofa, and I
head to the kitchen table to get some teaching prep done. I spend two hours
working on a syllabus for the class and preparing my first lecture. The
doorbell rings and brings me out of my groove.
    “Food’s here,” Ben yells as he takes off down the stairs to
greet the delivery person. He comes back up with several bags smelling like
curry.
    “Mmm… Indian.” I leave my work and grab some plates and
utensils from the kitchen before joining Ben on the sofa. He’s laying the food
out on the coffee table. It looks like enough food to feed an army. “Think you
got enough food?”
    “I’m a big guy. I need a lot of fuel. Want to watch a
movie?”
    I nod and start filling my plate up with Tikka Masala and
Butter Chicken. I do love Indian food. Ben puts a movie in and joins me on the
sofa. He makes my full plate look like an appetizer. He’s not kidding about
eating a lot of food.
    We eat in silence while we watch the movie. I finish my
plate and put it on the table before curling up on the sofa. Ben turns to me.
“Don’t you want any more? There’s plenty of food.”
    I shake my head. “I shouldn’t. I gain weight really easy and
it’s not as if I’m not big enough as it is. Nobody wants a fat girlfriend.”
    Ben slowly puts his plate down and turns to me. He leans
over and grabs my face between his huge paws. “Beautiful, look at me. I’m a big
guy. I don’t want a skinny girlfriend who looks like she’ll break if I hug her
too tight and only eats salads. I love your curves. You’re not fat. You look
like a woman should look, all soft curves.” And then he proceeds to show me
that yes, indeed, he does love my curves. 

Chapter
11
    Never
judge a cupcake by its frosting.
    My fairy trouble-maker has obviously forgotten her woes when
she arrives singing the next day. “Good morning!” She chirps as she waves at me
in my office where I am once again working on invoices. Or at least I’m trying
to work on invoices. Mostly I’m thinking about Ben and how he can work magic
with his tongue. He really is too good to be true.
    Anna starts to walk away but then stops and stares at me.
“You look different this morning.” She studies me as if I’m a recipe she’s
trying to puzzle out. “Oh my! Did Ben rock your boat last night?” She doesn’t
wait for my answer but starts dancing around singing, “Callie and Ben sitting
in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g!”
    “Don’t get your panties in a twist!” I shout out to her.
“That’s all we did.”
    She giggles and cheers. “Go Callie! Go Callie!” If she had
pompoms, she’d be rocking out as a cheerleader. I’m beyond relieved that the
bakery doesn’t open for another two hours.
    I get back to work, and Anna moves around the kitchen mixing
and preparing dough. The quiet doesn’t last long,