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CHAPTER 2
He stood in line watching me. I did my best to hide the fact that I knew I was being assessed, appreciated even. Through my bangs I occasionally glanced at him, watching as he moved up the line. My customer chatted on about her cat’s tumor and her arthritis while I counted the cash in my hand, then filled in her deposit slip for her.
“Thank you, hun. You know, my fingers just cain’t grip the pen like they used to. It slips, you see, and my numbers cain’t be discerned from my letters,” she told me.
“Yes, Mrs. Phillips. You know I am happy to help you anytime.”
Knowing his eyes were on me, I looked his way and moved my hair from my forehead, biting my lower lip as I lifted a brow. His eyes glued to my lips, I licked them and smiled.
When his mouth opened slightly, his breath all but stopping, I knew I’d had the desired effect.
Dear lord he was sexy. Dark brown hair, slightly wavy and tousled. Medium height with a broad back and well defined arms. His jeans hung off his lean waist, clinging on to his delicious booty.
“Deary, are you listening?” Mrs. Phillips asked, bringing my attention back to her.
I nodded my head and chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, I thought someone was saying something to me from the office across the way.”
As he got closer to the front of the line and his gaze became more and more intense, I hoped he still liked what he saw. My outfit wasn’t sexy, there was no way to do that with our dress code, but I felt pretty nonetheless. My white silk shirt, though demure with a high neckline, clung to my breasts enough that it showed their fullness. I’d lined my eyes to contrast against the light gold flecks of the iris, and pulled my hair into a long ponytail that curled at the end.
Seth, our greeter, approached him and I could hear him ask, “What can we help you with today.”
“I just need to make a deposit,” Owen responded.
“All right, looks like Toby there just cleared up, please go to window three,” Seth indicated with his hand.
“Actually, I want the girl in window five.” Seth’s head swung to Owen, eyes shocked. “I meant, I want her to help me!” he corrected.
“I am sorry, sir, but it may be a while before she’s free. She’s closing her window for lunch once she’s done with this customer.”
Owen straightened his legs, rooting himself to the spot. “Well, then I will wait here until she comes back.”
“I am sure Toby will be able to meet whatever needs you have today.”
Toby definitely could meet his banking needs; of that I was sure. But under the desk I crossed my fingers in hopes that he’d be sent my way. Maybe there were other needs I could meet better.
“Look, I’m sure Toby there is great, but I really would like a chance to meet that girl. Now, can do you me a solid, bro, and just let me go now… Seth?” he said reading the young man’s nametag.
Seth’s beady blue eyes became nothing more than slits, and I could tell he wasn’t going to help a sister out. Actually, by the red that crept up his face and met up with his red hair, I could tell he might do anything in his power to keep Owen away. Damn that boy and his crush on me! While I usually found it cute that Seth stared and went out of his way to please me or compliment me, at the moment he was anything but an obnoxious obstacle.
His voice cracking, Seth said, “Sir, as I stated before, Cris is about to leave for lunch. If you truly feel that desperate to meet her, you may sit there in that area. When you see her at her window again, you may get back in line.”
I looked down at the time. Sure enough it was my lunch hour. How that boy knew exactly when my breaks were, I would never figure out.
Then Owen said, “No problem,” and went to sit with a stubborn plop.
Well, this would be an interesting turn of events. Seth glared at Owen, and even from my position behind the counter I could feel the hate. Then, feeling a little wicked, I left for lunch without going to him, wondering if the handsome man would still be there waiting for me when I returned.
He was. He’d waited over an hour. At some point, he fell asleep, because when I got back he was completely out, his head thrown back and his mouth agape. I giggled, but thought it was incredibly cute.
I helped a lot of customers while he slept, all the while keeping an eye on him. When he finally startled awake, he jumped out of his seat so fast I thought he’d gotten pinched by something. Or someone, I thought as I looked over to where Seth stood, but then realized he was a little too far. Though who knows, I wouldn’t have put it past the kid.
Owen looked at the long line ahead of him in disappointment, then with accusing eyes, walked past Seth and to the very end, about twenty people in. Figures he’d come on a Friday when everyone and their mother had just been paid and needed to make their last-minute deposits.
We watched each other as he “rode the line,” as we liked to call it behind the counter. He seemed nervous, uncertain. His hands worked continuously from the leather bag he carried, to the button of his red polo. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, clearing his throat and shooting me shy smiles every time his eyes met mine.
When he finally reached the front, Seth called him to window one, and dared him with the tone of his voice to argue. Much to my surprise he didn’t. Instead he grumbled something under his breath and complied, making his deposit in silence, then walked out of the branch without one last look at me.
“Hey, I’ll be right back, that guy left his bag here,” I heard Rachel from window one say, and when I looked at her and saw her carrying the same bag Owen had held, I saw my opportunity.
