“You sure you don’t want to do that again someday?” he teases, a hand still on the door.
“Positive,” I lie. Of course I want to do this again. That was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Okay, listen…” he says. “I’ll leave first. I’ll grab a case of Pepsi, and just act casual as I walk out… just another day at the office.”
I smile.
“And you wait about a minute to leave.” He scratches at his stubble. “And do something with your hair. You look thoroughly fucked. You’re a dead-giveaway.”
I smile. “Will do.” I press down the folds of my skirt and run a hand through my long locks.
“Okay, see ya.” He gives me a quick wave, and he’s out the door.
I reach for my purse and trash mag, and ready myself for my walk of shame.
“Where in theheavens have you been,” Momma asks, her nose buried in a paperback Harlequin. “I almost sent a search party out to look for you.”
I smile nervously – can she tell? Thankfully, she seems pretty engrossed in her book. “I kind of got lost in the celebrity gossip. Sorry.”
“No worries,” she says as another customer walks in. She cocks a brow when she finally looks at me. “You look different…” she says.
Oh no… busted.
“You look flushed,” she says. “You sure you’re not coming down with something? It’s that time of year… did you get your flu shot yet?”
I bite my lip. “No.”
She shakes her head. “Well, you better get on that,” she says and turns to our customer.
I smile – the woman doesn’t have a clue.
