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it, not me!" he defends himself.
Rolling my eyes, I say, "OK, OK, what do you want, other than to embarrass me in front of my co-workers and customers?"
"Oh baby, I could make you fall apart where you stand if I wanted to," he says matter-of-factly. And here come the heat waves.
I challenge him, "Oh, really? Is that so?" Yup, putting my big girl panties on. I walk to the back storage room.
He lets out a low growl. "Oh, you don't want me to do that while you're at work."
"I'm in the back room. Alone," I confess.
"Alone?" he asks.
"Uh huh," I nod my head.
"The things I want and will do to you..." He trails off. My knees go weak; I slip down to the floor with my back against a small row of metal lockers and bring them to my chest.
"When can I see you again?" he asks.
"Like I said, I have plans tonight, but tomorrow I am free. I have the day off of work."
His voice sounds a little more upbeat. "Call me when you get in tonight?"
"I am not sure when that will be," I tell him.
"Oh," and he's back to sad in a nanosecond. I cannot keep up, but he also doesn't need to know every inch of my life. I just met him, for cryin' out loud.
"Why don't you call me tomorrow afternoon?" I suggest.
"Sounds like a plan," he says, sounding a bit more chipper.
We say our goodbyes hesitantly on my end and I am back at the front counter getting death glares from Dave. What? I must have overshot my break…oops.
Three o'clock comes around and it's time to go home. Dave stops me in my tracks. "What was that all about earlier? Your head was in the clouds all morning, then you get this mysterious phone call, and now you're all googly-eyed."
"I'm sorry." I gather my belongings from the back room.
"You don't have to apologize, just wondering what's up with you the past few days, baby girl," he says, looking slightly worried.
I just glare at him, not really knowing what to say I'm totally lusting over this nude model in my class in which he stalked my best friend and forced her to take him to my apartment, where we had an intense make-out session… Yeah, I am thinking that might not come out sounding right.
"I'm good, really, don't worry about me," I say plainly.
"Mmm…hmm..." he says, clearly not believing me. "I'm going to ask again, like I always do, and maybe one day you'll say yes. Do you want to go out clubbing with me tonight? We can get all glammed up and hit the town, scout for hot boys." There is a beam of hope in his eyes.
I shake my head. "Not my kind of scene. I'd rather be home with my book boyfriend."
"I'll never get what you book sluts get out of a fictional man…" He shakes his head.
"Boys in books are better."
And that's that. I walk past him out of the back room, and out of the coffee shop, finally. It's been a long day with Ben on my mind, I just don't get him. As I am thinking about him yet again my back pocket buzzes. An incoming text from Ben: Have a good time tonight…not too good of a time ;)
I snort, ha! He actually used a winky face? I just shake my head, return my phone to my back pocket, hop in my car, and drive home. James will be here in an hour so I better get ready and force some food down my throat. I don't seem to be very hungry today, not with my thoughts returning to Ben and his body, the way his mouth tastes on mine…it's the only thing I seem to be craving. Ugh! I need a cold shower!
As punctual as ever, James is here right on time. I love that about my brother; at least one of us can show up on time. He knocks on my door and I rush to let him in. His six-foot frame towers over me he wraps me as up into a big bear hug. It's crazy how he got all the height, but we have different mothers. Before I was born, my dad had cheated on my mom for a while, and eventually he came clean. They got divorced, my mom got full custody of me, and my dad ended up marrying his mistress.
I didn't find out that I had an older brother until I was about five years old. I started to have visits with my
Rolling my eyes, I say, "OK, OK, what do you want, other than to embarrass me in front of my co-workers and customers?"
"Oh baby, I could make you fall apart where you stand if I wanted to," he says matter-of-factly. And here come the heat waves.
I challenge him, "Oh, really? Is that so?" Yup, putting my big girl panties on. I walk to the back storage room.
He lets out a low growl. "Oh, you don't want me to do that while you're at work."
"I'm in the back room. Alone," I confess.
"Alone?" he asks.
"Uh huh," I nod my head.
"The things I want and will do to you..." He trails off. My knees go weak; I slip down to the floor with my back against a small row of metal lockers and bring them to my chest.
"When can I see you again?" he asks.
"Like I said, I have plans tonight, but tomorrow I am free. I have the day off of work."
His voice sounds a little more upbeat. "Call me when you get in tonight?"
"I am not sure when that will be," I tell him.
"Oh," and he's back to sad in a nanosecond. I cannot keep up, but he also doesn't need to know every inch of my life. I just met him, for cryin' out loud.
"Why don't you call me tomorrow afternoon?" I suggest.
"Sounds like a plan," he says, sounding a bit more chipper.
We say our goodbyes hesitantly on my end and I am back at the front counter getting death glares from Dave. What? I must have overshot my break…oops.
Three o'clock comes around and it's time to go home. Dave stops me in my tracks. "What was that all about earlier? Your head was in the clouds all morning, then you get this mysterious phone call, and now you're all googly-eyed."
"I'm sorry." I gather my belongings from the back room.
"You don't have to apologize, just wondering what's up with you the past few days, baby girl," he says, looking slightly worried.
I just glare at him, not really knowing what to say I'm totally lusting over this nude model in my class in which he stalked my best friend and forced her to take him to my apartment, where we had an intense make-out session… Yeah, I am thinking that might not come out sounding right.
"I'm good, really, don't worry about me," I say plainly.
"Mmm…hmm..." he says, clearly not believing me. "I'm going to ask again, like I always do, and maybe one day you'll say yes. Do you want to go out clubbing with me tonight? We can get all glammed up and hit the town, scout for hot boys." There is a beam of hope in his eyes.
I shake my head. "Not my kind of scene. I'd rather be home with my book boyfriend."
"I'll never get what you book sluts get out of a fictional man…" He shakes his head.
"Boys in books are better."
And that's that. I walk past him out of the back room, and out of the coffee shop, finally. It's been a long day with Ben on my mind, I just don't get him. As I am thinking about him yet again my back pocket buzzes. An incoming text from Ben: Have a good time tonight…not too good of a time ;)
I snort, ha! He actually used a winky face? I just shake my head, return my phone to my back pocket, hop in my car, and drive home. James will be here in an hour so I better get ready and force some food down my throat. I don't seem to be very hungry today, not with my thoughts returning to Ben and his body, the way his mouth tastes on mine…it's the only thing I seem to be craving. Ugh! I need a cold shower!
As punctual as ever, James is here right on time. I love that about my brother; at least one of us can show up on time. He knocks on my door and I rush to let him in. His six-foot frame towers over me he wraps me as up into a big bear hug. It's crazy how he got all the height, but we have different mothers. Before I was born, my dad had cheated on my mom for a while, and eventually he came clean. They got divorced, my mom got full custody of me, and my dad ended up marrying his mistress.
I didn't find out that I had an older brother until I was about five years old. I started to have visits with my
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