Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He leans in with a lewd grin. “I can keep a secret if you can.”
“Gross,” I say, unable to bite my tongue.
He looks at the tag on the underwear and then looks me up and down. “What size are you?”
“Get out or I’ll call security.”
He frowns as he tosses the underwear onto the pile. “Whatever. Miranda already has these in blue.”
He leaves and I keep my eye on him until I see him exit the store. I breathe a little easier now that he’s gone.
I smile at a middle-aged man walking by, but he takes a look at what I’m selling and quickens his pace, not making eye contact.
Geez, are men really this weirded out around female underwear? I guess they’re afraid of coming off like a pervert or something. With guys like the last one wandering around, I can see why.
I sigh as I glance at my watch. It’s ten forty-five. About two hours left if I’m lucky. The store is always such a mess when it closes, so even though we shut the doors at midnight, we rarely get out of here before one or two.
My stomach keeps grumbling. I haven’t eaten in hours. I look around for my uptight boss Elena, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I quickly duck down behind the counter to stuff half of a hidden chocolate bar into my mouth.
“No eating on the floor,” Elena snaps from behind me. Fuck. She came out of nowhere!
I’m trying to swallow it down, but my cheeks are as full as a chipmunk in a peanut factory. I give her a thumbs up and she rolls her eyes before marching away.
I’d care more if this was my real job. I’m only working here over the Holidays to pick up some extra cash. When all of these crowds disappear in January, they won’t need me anymore and I’ll be tossed onto the sidewalk with all of the broken Christmas decorations. I only have two shifts left after this one.
After I choke the rest of the Snickers down, I run my tongue over my teeth and stand up with a smile.
A man in the distance catches my eye. Hello…
He’s wandering around the womens’ pajama department, looking a little lost. My eyes roam up and down his tall fit body, which is looking smoking hot in that dark gray suit. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt underneath with a black tie, and I get a little fluttering feeling as I imagine fixing it for him in the morning. I would step up on my toes, gazing into those gorgeous eyes as I straighten his tie before his long day at work. He’d wrap his arms around me and pull me in for a toe-curling kiss that would lead to—
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I whisper, stopping myself when I feel a little wetness between my legs. That’s someone’s husband you’re fantasizing about.
Flustered, I look away for a bit, but my eyes keep zeroing right back onto him as he wanders around the store.
“Hello,” a man says, popping out of nowhere. I’m so focused on the hot mystery stranger that I jump up with a gasp.
“Did I scare you?” he asks, stepping back with his hands up.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I glance at the hot stranger while he walks into the section where all of the womens’ dresses are on display. “Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for something in a medium for my wife,” he says, looking around.
I show him a few options and try to upsell a bra, but my heart isn’t really in it. How can it be when it’s over there with that hot stranger?
The customer buys a few items and I ring them up, keeping my eye on the tall sexy stranger as I complete the transaction. The hot stranger picks up a sparkly dress, looks it over, and puts it back on the rack with a frustrated sigh.
I take a deep breath and wonder if I should go over there and help him as my customer leaves with his bag. It is my job after all. Just because he’s crazy hot doesn’t mean he doesn’t need help. And it doesn’t make me a creep to go over there and gaze into his eyes to see what color they are. His wife would actually appreciate my involvement. I’ll get her something nice, while being totally respectful.
My feet start wandering over there before I can stop them. Lordy, he’s even more gorgeous up close.
The stunning sight of him takes my breath away as I approach this god amongst men. He has dark brown hair, perfectly combed to the side, not a strand out of place. His jaw is molded into the masculine ideal with the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen. Even his hands are getting me all tingly. They’re making my heart race. The lack of a wedding ring is my favorite part about them.