Walking closer, I see a curvy figure standing amongst the beauty. She is drinking from a straw while I come closer. Her wavy silver hair catches the December light, and her eyes look warm and welcoming. I stop directly in front of her, and my cock twinges watching her slowly remove the straw from her full pink lips.
"Welcome to Saltwind Studios."
4
Lorna
My heart is racing a mile a minute as I watch this gorgeous man peruse my wares. Once in a while, he'll look up at me, our eyes meeting, and my pussy begs for his touch. Damn. He is a fricken snack.
And I don't see a wedding ring.
Finally, I choke out, "Please let me know if you need any assistance."
Being a salesperson isn't really my thing. I just sort of hover in the booth when a customer comes over unless they directly ask me something. He picks up one of my large sun catchers.
"Do you think it's possible to ship something like this?" He asks.
"Yes, but I would have a professional box it for you."
"Alright then, I would like to buy this. My aunt and uncle will love it," he says, grinning at me.
Taking his credit card, I note the name Mischa Petrov.
"I don't think I've seen your booth here before. My business is on this street, so I am pretty familiar with the regulars."
"No. I just moved to Sea Glass, but I've been selling my creations for a while now. I used to rent space at a place to create, although I now own my own glass blowing studio, so I'm hoping to make way more than I used to back in Maryland."
The delicious-looking man signs his receipt on the screen of my credit card reader, then offers his hand. "Mischa Petrov. Welcome to town."
"Wait, Petrov? With Frederick?" I blurt out.
"Yeah. You know Frederick?" He says, his grin widening.
Damn. This man is yummy.
"Yeah, he's married to my best friend, Ada."
"You're Lorna!" He says, and my entire body electrifies from hearing my name come out of his kissable mouth.
I grab his hand and shake it.
"Yes, Lorna Collins," I say, but I can barely choke out my last name when our hands touch.
An electric sizzle zaps up my arm and fills me with heated sparks. His eyebrows furrow as he studies my face. We take a long beat, but we eventually let go of one another.
"Do you take commissions?"
"Oh, of course. What are you interested in?" I say, trying to calm my breathing.
"It's more of a concept or an idea. Do you have a place..." He pauses. "Can we meet at your studio?"
Yes is right there on my tongue, but something holds me back. My studio is at my house, and despite how attractive he is, or maybe because of it, inviting him over feels like a leap I'm not ready to make.
"It's not like a business front or anything. Maybe we could meet at the library or a coffee shop?"
"Oh, let's do the library. I have a book to return, anyway. Would you be able to meet tomorrow?"
"Could you do something like eleven?" I ask, and when he nods, I hand him my card. "Okay. I'll meet you at the library tomorrow at eleven, Mister Petrov."
