Page 13 of Heartbreaker

Great, he is good looking, a great kisser, a loving mummy’s boy, and gay. Just my freaking luck.

“Well happy to hear she has good taste,” I say taking the box from Taylor and wrapping a ribbon around it.

“Just like me.” I look up at him and he gives me a wink. “You ran away so quickly I didn’t even get a chance to say anything after that kiss, so….”

“So, nothing. I’m no home wrecker, and as you know I’m not really into gay men.” Placing the box into the bag, I ask in a saccharine sweet voice, “Would you like anything else, Sir?”

“Tinkerbell, I’m not gay, very far from it in fact. I’m more than happy to kiss you again to prove it.” He walks around to the side of the counter. “Because trust me, it would be entirely my pleasure,” he says.

“You give yourself way too much credit, it wasn’t all that. I’ve had better.” I smirk and put the bag between us. “As your mum is a fan, these are on the house,” I say.

His hand brushes mine as he takes the bag, and the electric shock makes me pull my hand away from him. He gives me a smile and his eyes hold mine for a second. My eyes move down to his lips, just remembering them on me brings a shiver through my body.

I take a step back. “Well I hope your mum enjoys the truffles,” I say walking back around the counter. I need to put some space between us.

He leaves the shop looking back a few times at me.

“He is not gay, I don’t care what you think you saw.” Taylor stands next to me. “That man walked out of here with a full hard-on,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh at her.

“What were you looking at?” I ask her, walking to the door and flipping the sign over to close up.

“His package, that’s the first thing you should be looking at too. Why are you not looking at it?” she asks, messing about with the cash drawer.

“Trust me, I know his package is good.” I’d felt it against my stomach when he kissed me, “You still up for the concert on Friday?” I ask her, once again changing the subject from Jackson.

“Yeah, we’ve not missed a year yet,” Taylor says taking her apron off. “Maybe we can find you a sexy man there.” She smiles at me then.

I don’t mind being the third wheel with her and Corey, as I love them both, but I know there are times she wants to go off with him to do things I won’t speak of, but she won’t because of me. “You know I don’t need a man to make me happy.” And on cue we both start singing the Pussycat Dolls song, laughing at the same time.

“I know you don’t, but BOB can only give you so much fun,” she says turning the lights off. BOB is my battery-operated boyfriend, and he does the job just fine.

“Shut up.” I give her a little push. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow,” I say,” as I start walking up the stairs to my apartment. Tonight, I need wine, and maybe BOB.

Grabbing a glass and the wine bottle I sit on the couch and pull my phone out of my pocket.

Ashley: Do you think that a gay man can be attracted to a woman?

I send sexy singer a message it’s so strange that I can talk so freely with someone that I’ve never even met before, and my phone beeps.

Sexy Singer: Yes, if they are as sexy as you.

I smile, as I see more dots appearing on the screen.

Sexy Singer: Did we go pole dancing today?

I start laughing. I might have to take him pole dancing if he keeps asking me.

Ashley: No. I thought some jelly wrestling was in order today.

I start laughing.

Sexy Singer: Thanks for the picture, I’m sitting in front of my family with a huge smile now. What are you doing?

Ashley: Nothing. Been a long day, need the wine.

Sexy Singer: Why has it been a long day?

Ashley: Not long in work, broke up with my boyfriend, my friend was right he is gay. Then I met this guy at a bar and then found out he is gay, but then he kissed me today.

Filling my glass up again, I watch the dots appear then disappear on the message. Putting my phone on the table I head into the shower as it seems my sexy singer is busy at the moment.

Getting out of the shower, I throw a pizza in the oven and check my phone.

Sexy Singer: Maybe he’s not gay and you’ve misread it.

Ashley: He does keep saying he’s not gay.

Sexy Singer: See? Was he a good kisser?

I look at the message for a moment and think about the question. How can I like Jackson and this mysterious guy at the same time and tell him that I enjoyed the kiss so much?

Ashley: It was one of those kisses that made me lose feeling in my legs.

Sexy Singer: I bet I could make you forget your name.