Page 24 of Alpha's Sunflower Smiles

“What do you recommend?”

I hadn’t planned to buy anything because, actually, I’d planned to come over here and ravish Wilfred like the crazy man had told me to, assuming he was up for that. But I’d committed now, so I went with it.

“Who is it for? What sort of things do they like?”

“What doyoulike?”

He gave a little laugh. “I like all of it. That’s why I make it.”

“Which is your favourite piece?”

He hesitated and then came out from behind the counter and walked past me. I wanted to snatch him off his path and hold him to me but I didn’t, and he walked straight over to the window with me trailing behind him.

He had to lean right into the window display to reach it, and I stood back and stared at his ass as he bent forwards, feeling my dick start to plump up at the sight. Wilfred had the juiciest ass and I couldn’t imagine any better feeling than sinking into it. I really wanted to strip him naked and explore every inch of him.

When he withdrew from the window display, I had to back up so he could stand. I hadn’t noticed myself getting closer and closer to him but I was practically standing behind him, my groin nearly pressed to his ass.

I turned and walked back to the counter, hiding my erection which bulged at the front of my trousers.

Wilfred followed, bringing the item with him.

When he put it down, I could see exactly why it was his favourite. It was another candle holder but this one had brightyellow sunflowers blooming all over it in delicate, intricate detail.

It was stunning.

I had to clear my throat. “You made this?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s your favourite?”

“Yes. I like sunflowers.”

“And smiles,” I said. “You like sunflowers and smiles. That’s why you named your shop after them.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

For the first time since I’d walked in, Wilfred beamed at me with the full force of his megawatt smile. I wanted to sigh like a lovesick puppy but I restrained myself. I was an alpha, and I was here to man up and tell Wilfred that I wanted him.

“I’ll take it.” I nodded to the lovely ornament.

I was sure Wilfred cast it a last, longing look before he nodded and began to bag it.

“Can I have it gift-wrapped please?”

“Yes.” He took such care, wrapping it beautifully and making it a stunning gift. I paid and the gift sat on the counter between us.

This was it.

I cleared my throat again. I felt like I couldn’t get the anxious lump out of it.

“This is for someone special,” I said.

“Good. I like to think it’ll belong to someone special. I hope they like it.”

Wilfred had that slightly strained expression again, his shoulders slumped and his smile much dimmer even though he tried to keep it on his face.

“Iknowhe’ll like it.” I picked up the gift and then held out my hands, offering it to him.

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