As the loud, deep voice echoed around the bakery, my heart started racing.
It was December 2016 and I’d taken on a Christmas job.
Working 12-hour shifts, dressed in white overalls, a mask and hair net, the last thing I felt was sexy.
But ever since I’d spotted fellow worker Ben, then 24, I’d been smitten.
At first, all I could see through his mask was a pair of gorgeous blue eyes and the bridge of his nose.
But once we’d taken off our work gear at the end of our shift, I got a proper look.
Not bad at all…
Flirting as we baked cinnamon swirls, I found myself listening out for his voice and
