Friday Fiction: Love Potion

A man’s butt can be a compelling thing, but its’ the rest of him that tells a girl the real story.

It was his butt I saw as I bent over the counter to view him as he sorted through medications on the lower shelf. “John-Edward Jones,” I husked in my best Mata Hari, “can I have some of your love potion?” The Food Baron, as he was known to us all, rose…