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section. She remembered his touch and her body’s reaction. Then the fantasy…  It’s just that Brad was a bit more sober, more practical, and fussier about the cleanliness of things.
                What if that back room was his and not Eric’s ? Who was she kidding? Of course it was Brad’s and Eric’s too. She winced. Brad was pretty fussy about how clean things were. He was sure to notice the knocked over container of sticks.  Yet neither Eric nor Brad had mentioned anything amiss in the back and she was comfortable pretending it never happened. If confronted she decided she’d just play dumb and pretend she had no idea what happened. Brad told her not to go into those rooms, after all.
                Making her way back toward the non-fiction section she started straightening the human sexuality shelves. Feeling bold she grabbed what looked like an introductory book about bdsm. “Well, if I’m going to help the terrified Mary’s I might as well read up, eh?” she whispered under her breath with a laugh. She flipped through the book and before she knew it, she’d read an entire chapter. The movement of a man in the next row over made her jump and put the book back on the shelf.
                “Amy?” came Brad’s voice from between the rows.
                She hurried out of the stacks and smiled when she saw him.
                “I have some orders to place and we need to give Eric a break at the register,” Brad said, quickly as he moved back behind the counter. He sat down at the computer and immediately engrossed himself with whatever was on the screen.
                She slipped behind the counter to the register.
                “Thanks,” Eric said with a smile.  He picked up a stack of books from behind the counter. They looked really old.
                “Oh, I finished those books you lent me. I’ll bring them back tomorrow. Thank you,” she said with a polite smile. With that, she turned to help a customer who’d approached the counter with a magazine.  Out of the corner of her eye she caught Brad shaking his head and Eric grinning ear to ear as he disappeared into the back room with the books.
                She’d helped about six customers, one after another, when Brad ordered, “Go into the back and ask Eric what he wants on his burrito.”
                She looked at the register. Was it going to run itself? She saw and older woman making her way to the counter with about three books. “What about…?”
    Brad jumped up and took her spot. “I’ll deal with it, go.”
                She started toward the back. “Yes Sir.”
                “If you’re going to say Yes Sir , say it like you mean it,” he quipped back.
    She rolled her eyes, opening the door into the hallway. There was a foreboding feeling in the air. “Eric? Where are you?”
                She heard a door close. “Back here.”
                Entering the back stock room she saw him putting a padlock on the private stock storage room. “Master Brad would like to know what you want on your burrito. Or maybe I should call him Drill Sergeant Brad.”
                Eric regarded her for a minute. He wasn’t smiling, at first. Then his normally playful expression returned. “What’s gotten into you?”
                “Guess I’m feeling a bit frisky.”
                “Oh?”
    “Yeah. So, burrito?”  She raised an eyebrow.
                “I’ll go up and tell him myself,” he said decidedly.
                Nodding in response she started back toward the door.
                “Amy, hold on. I have to ask you something.”
                There was a tone to Eric’s voice. A tone she wasn’t sure she cared for. She lifted an eyebrow and turned to him. “Sure!”  
                “When I went