Mr. Stripper

I became frozen.

We didn't have much time, so my boss pushed me and Emma to get to work.

I've never seen my boss having such an order in my entire time working at the bakery.

Even if we make sales for the day, we only sell a hundred Lemon Meringue Pies.

The bakery is a small family business with only two employees, myself and Emma, and the other people who work here are known as Mr. Matthew family members.

Running a bakery requires someone who can deliver, which is what I and Emma are hired to do.

We assist Mr. Mathew to bake whenever there are no orders, and Mr. Mathew's family members all assist him in baking.

His family members are mostly elderly, and the only person who is currently young among his family members is his daughter, Christina.

Christina is an eighteen-year-old teenager who will soon turn nineteen.

Currently. Although none of his family members are present, I can tell they will be surprised to learn that the company has a large number of orders.

"We have other deliveries, so go warm up your bikes." My boss said to both Emma and me.

We nodded slightly nod and did as we were told. Beside, we have other things on the way.

"The boss will undoubtedly throw us a party after we successfully complete this delivery." Emma said, and I nodded in agreement.

My boss is more like a father to me, and he's a very kind man, so I'm sure he'll throw a party after this delivery.

"I'm overjoyed that we were finally able to have a big sale." I responded by starting the bike. "Do you believe he'll let you go to your other jobs today?" Emma enquired.

I'd been thinking about it for a while, but Emma's question made me reconsider. "I have a feeling he'll let me." I sincerely declare, and then I return to the bakery.

My boss had already prepared a few boxes containing some pies. "This is your call, Emery, and it's three blocks away. The lady who enjoys taking pictures with you." My boss stated as he handed me the box of already baked pie.

I stowed the box in the back of my bike. My bike has a delivery carrier. "Be quick, okay?" My boss stated, and I nodded.

I quickly hopped on my bike and began riding through the city.

To be honest, I'm relieved that my boss has a lot of orders because I've been praying for that for quite some time. "Your orders are ready." I declare my presence after I arrive at my destination.

"Aren't you going to come in?" The lady whose order I'm currently delivering inquired.

I give a warm smile. "We have a lot of others at my boss's place, so I can't afford to slack off today." I stated politely.

"Can you please stay for a short time? I need you to play some songs for my customer to listen to." She stated, However, I refuse her offer once more.

I don't want to be in a position where I have to offend my boss just to please her. "I'm so sorry, but perhaps another time." I stated that I was doing my best not to sound offensive in any way.

Whenever I come to deliver for her, I usually stop by her shop and play the guitar.

While playing guitar, I sing some Christian songs to the customers, and I'm pretty good at it.

Currently. My boss has orders to fulfill, so I can't entertain the lady customer because she isn't the one for whom I work. "I'll sing for you the next time you place an order, so please try to understand."

I rode the bike and delivered the remaining orders, then returned to the bakery shop.

My boss and his entire family are present, and they all appear exhausted. "How many Lemon Meringue Pies are ready?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"Not much. We've only made fifty pies, so there are 250 more to go." Christina said, gradually closing the gap between us.

She bites her lower lips while playing with a strand of hair.

I don't see anything attractive in what she's doing right now, so I ignore it.

Christina has had a crush on me since the first day I started working at the bakery shop.

I believe she was the one who persuaded her father to hire me, because when I started looking for work, I didn't know how to bake, so working in a bakery shop with no experience seemed strange.

Fortunately, Mister Matthew hired me and taught me how to bake, and I am now proficient at it.

He hired me as a delivery man and also raised me as his own child.

Christina always blushes when she sees me, and I am aware that she likes me, but I have told her numerous times that I am not the one God has chosen for her.

I've already told her that I'm going to be a priest very soon because it's always been my dream, but Christina loves to leave in her fantasy.

On one occasion when I took her to church to pray. I was stunned when I heard her pray aloud to God to make me her husband, but I believe there are some prayers that God does not answer, and hers was one of them.

Furthermore, you cannot expect God to answer the prayer of someone who prayed for God to turn him into a dog. Prayer does not work like that.

"We have a lot to take care of, and by a lot, I mean we have to bake 250 more pies, so let's get serious." I declare.

All of those present are staring at me without moving an inch.

I'm not sure why they didn't even take my words seriously. "Why are you all standing? We need to start baking more pies "I stated.

"Are you going to the laundry shop where you work?" Emma's question, because it's almost time for me to go to my other side job.

"I'll make an excuse." I shrug.

They all raise their brows in complete surprise. "Are you going to tell lie?" Christina inquired, her face surprised.

I exhale.

They've never seen me lie before, and the only time I do is unintentionally.

I despise lying because the ten commandments in the Bible already condemn it. "I'm not going to lie." I replied to Christina's question.

"So, what does your previous statement imply?" Mr. Matthew was the one who asked this time.

I bite my lower lips. "I mean..." I force myself to summon the last of my courage so that I can finish my previous statement. "I'm trying to say that Emma should come up with something to tell my boss at the laundry shop." I say.

"So you're saying I should lie? I really don't understand you." Emma says with a scowl on her face.

"Geez. Why would I want you to..."

I couldn't finish my statement because the bakery phone, which is used to take orders, started ringing.

I raise my index finger in the air to signal them to hold on.

I clear my throat before answering the phone. "Mr. Mathew's bakery is right here." I said in a friendly tone.

"I ordered three hundred pies and would like to..."

I froze as a result of the caller last statement.