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sell hot food.”
“Really?” I retort sarcastically. “Thanks for informing me, Benji. I appreciate it.”
When he doesn’t respond, I glimpse at him and roll my eyes. He has this contrite look on his face. On an attractive guy like him, I’m sure that face works on many women, but on me it makes me want to just claw his eyes out and shove them down his throat.
“Why are you so angry at me, Alina?” he asks softly, his voice wounded.
“I’m angry because you’re ungrateful. You’ve got an uncle like Ivan to give you this job and a roof over your head, and you’re still so stupid you wind up in debt with Nikolai of all people. How does that even happen?”
“I’m shit with money, but I’m trying to fix it,” he argues, looking embarrassed now as he turns to hide his face. “I’m sorry to disappoint you so much. It’s bad enough Ivan won’t even look at me.”
I purse my lips and throw the cups in the trash. I don’t want to soften to the sight of his sad face, but Christ, I get pangs in my chest. As much as I try to be an icy person, it doesn’t work a lot of the time and Benji is annoying as shit, but he’s so fucking infectious it’s hard to hate him for long. Besides, who am I to come down hard on him? It’s not like I’m a shining example of success. I got robbed by my mother, fed my sister pasta and butter for dinner and had to whore my lips out to Nikolai last night for a hundred dollars. Imagine what people would say about me. I’d be the embodiment of disgust for many. I should not beat Benji up about his issues.
On a sigh, I pat him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, Benji. I’m just in a mood. It has nothing to do with you and I’ve just taken it out on you.”
“But I shouldn’t have left everything to you.”
“It’s fine. You’re back now. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry, Alina.”
“It’s okay.” I wave it off and forcefully brighten my face for him. “Can you sweep the floor and restock the cigarettes, please?”
His face brightens in return. “I will, lapochka.”
I move back to the front and watch him as he starts to sweep the floor. “This place will sparkle when I’m done,” he promises cheerfully. “You’ll be able to lick the floor and not catch chlamydia, Alina. You hearing me?”
I nod, biting my lip to fight the smile on my face. I did miss the jerk. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t be sceptical. Believe in me.”
“With all my heart I do.”
“I’m going to fucking change this place! I’m going to turn it at all around. You won’t be able to get rid of me by the time I’m done – oh fuck !” He drops the broom abruptly and sprints to the backroom.
“Where are you going?” I shout, confused as hell. I’m just about to chase after him when the chime sounds again and I look to the entrance and freeze, the sudden sight of Nikolai like a punch to the chest.
Is it really that time already? I’m stupidly naïve to think he wouldn’t show after last night.
He stands by the open door for a beat, his face turned in my direction. Then he removes his black shades and steps in, his pale blue eyes still on me for a few more seconds before he tears them away and moves to the back of the store. My heart is instantly thumping faster in my chest as I watch him, thinking of nothing else but the kiss last night and how dishevelled his hair looked right before I left.
He grabs an orange juice from the fridge and turns to me, doing that slow confident walk again.
This man is a walking popsicle; you’d lick him everywhere if you could.
I watch him as he unscrews the lid of the bottle. He takes a long gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. It shouldn’t look naughty, but it does. I’m in knots when he gets to me, the sight of his wet lips reminding me of the way I swiped my tongue against them last night.
It had felt so good.
“Very tasty,” he suddenly says, an unusual seriousness in his expression as he closes the juice and
“Really?” I retort sarcastically. “Thanks for informing me, Benji. I appreciate it.”
When he doesn’t respond, I glimpse at him and roll my eyes. He has this contrite look on his face. On an attractive guy like him, I’m sure that face works on many women, but on me it makes me want to just claw his eyes out and shove them down his throat.
“Why are you so angry at me, Alina?” he asks softly, his voice wounded.
“I’m angry because you’re ungrateful. You’ve got an uncle like Ivan to give you this job and a roof over your head, and you’re still so stupid you wind up in debt with Nikolai of all people. How does that even happen?”
“I’m shit with money, but I’m trying to fix it,” he argues, looking embarrassed now as he turns to hide his face. “I’m sorry to disappoint you so much. It’s bad enough Ivan won’t even look at me.”
I purse my lips and throw the cups in the trash. I don’t want to soften to the sight of his sad face, but Christ, I get pangs in my chest. As much as I try to be an icy person, it doesn’t work a lot of the time and Benji is annoying as shit, but he’s so fucking infectious it’s hard to hate him for long. Besides, who am I to come down hard on him? It’s not like I’m a shining example of success. I got robbed by my mother, fed my sister pasta and butter for dinner and had to whore my lips out to Nikolai last night for a hundred dollars. Imagine what people would say about me. I’d be the embodiment of disgust for many. I should not beat Benji up about his issues.
On a sigh, I pat him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, Benji. I’m just in a mood. It has nothing to do with you and I’ve just taken it out on you.”
“But I shouldn’t have left everything to you.”
“It’s fine. You’re back now. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry, Alina.”
“It’s okay.” I wave it off and forcefully brighten my face for him. “Can you sweep the floor and restock the cigarettes, please?”
His face brightens in return. “I will, lapochka.”
I move back to the front and watch him as he starts to sweep the floor. “This place will sparkle when I’m done,” he promises cheerfully. “You’ll be able to lick the floor and not catch chlamydia, Alina. You hearing me?”
I nod, biting my lip to fight the smile on my face. I did miss the jerk. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t be sceptical. Believe in me.”
“With all my heart I do.”
“I’m going to fucking change this place! I’m going to turn it at all around. You won’t be able to get rid of me by the time I’m done – oh fuck !” He drops the broom abruptly and sprints to the backroom.
“Where are you going?” I shout, confused as hell. I’m just about to chase after him when the chime sounds again and I look to the entrance and freeze, the sudden sight of Nikolai like a punch to the chest.
Is it really that time already? I’m stupidly naïve to think he wouldn’t show after last night.
He stands by the open door for a beat, his face turned in my direction. Then he removes his black shades and steps in, his pale blue eyes still on me for a few more seconds before he tears them away and moves to the back of the store. My heart is instantly thumping faster in my chest as I watch him, thinking of nothing else but the kiss last night and how dishevelled his hair looked right before I left.
He grabs an orange juice from the fridge and turns to me, doing that slow confident walk again.
This man is a walking popsicle; you’d lick him everywhere if you could.
I watch him as he unscrews the lid of the bottle. He takes a long gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. It shouldn’t look naughty, but it does. I’m in knots when he gets to me, the sight of his wet lips reminding me of the way I swiped my tongue against them last night.
It had felt so good.
“Very tasty,” he suddenly says, an unusual seriousness in his expression as he closes the juice and
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