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“See.” Her shoulders slump and my heart breaks. “They probably sold out hours ago.”
“Not today, Satan,” I reply, turning toward the heavy-set, bearded man behind the counter. “Excuse me.”
When he looks up from the video game console he’s currently dismantling, he freezes. His eyes lock, and I meanlock, on my breasts. Granted, my shirt is see-through, and my bra is black. It’s a display…I know that, but he is looking at my tits like they’ve put a trance on him and he’s incapable of seeing anything else in the room.
“Hi,” I bark, trying to tear his attention away from my chest. And just as I’m about to cover it with my folded arms, I realize this might work to my advantage. So instead, I lean forward, letting my cleavage pop as my elbows rest against the glass counter.
“Oh my God,” Sophie mumbles quietly behind me.
“Can— Can I help you?” the man asks.
“Yes, my sister and I are looking for the new book in theWonder Boy Cosmoseries. I think it came out today.” I flash him a toothy grin.
“Oh, that sold out at ten a.m. this morning.” He manages to look me in the eye this time, but his gaze dances between my lips and tits like little ping-pongs in his head.
“Really?” I ask with a pout. Then I heave a long sigh, glancing toward the back of the shop behind him, noticing unopened boxes stacked along the wall. Pinching my bottom lip between my teeth, I stare up at him through my lashes as I ask, “Any chance you have just one more back there for us? I really, really wanted it.” Then I spy his name tag and add a flirty, “Travis,” in for good measure.
He swallows then forces a tight smile for me. As he seems to deliberate his options for a moment, I consider that this guy is actually pretty handsome. If he trimmed up that unruly beard and combed his hair, it would go a long way. Plus, he has a nice smile.
He must notice me quasi-checking him out because he grins. “Let me go check in the back.”
He’s gone for a while, and I turn toward Sophie, who only shakes her head at me with a blank expression on her face as she scans the Funko Pop wall.
A few minutes later, Mr. Beard returns with his hands behind his back. Leaning toward me on the counter, he passes me a thick book with a bright illustrated cover and what looks like a corgi dressed up like an astronaut. “You didn’t get this from me,” he whispers.
“Oh my God, you’re the best, Travis!”
Leaning forward, I plant a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving the red-lipped stamp there as he blushes. Hiding the book from the girls at the back of the store, I pull out my credit card and hand it to him discreetly. He’s still smiling as he gives me my receipt and wishes us a good day.
In the car, Sophie beams at her new book and my heart swells. “Oh my God, you are a hooker, but I’m not complaining!”
“I am not!”
“Well, just keep dressing like one.”
My laugh dies down as I think about what Garrett said in the throne room today.What is there to be ashamed of? Everyone does it. Everyone enjoys it. What a waste of a good life to pretend you don’t.
I’ve never considered myself a sexual person, but I can’t deny that it felt good to sit on that throne, to think about someone—a certain someone—finding ways to pleasure me while I was up there. It excited me to be so admired in the shop, to use my body in a way that worked for me. To be comfortable in my own skin and flaunt that. To know that I may not be a twig or have perfect skin, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be sexy.
RULE #10: WHEN YOUR FRIENDS GET NOSEY, TELL THEM NOTHING.
Emerson
“How’s it going with the new girl?” Garrett and I are sitting at the bar, waiting for the others. We haven’t spoken about the incident at the club today, but as far as Garrett and I are concerned, there’s really nothing to speak about. To him, Charlotte is just another employee—because that’s exactly what she is, and it’s not out of line for him to talk to her or even flirt with her a little. I don’t usually keep secrets from my best friend, so he doesn’t know the details of how I came to find Charlotte—a secret I don’t expect to keep for long.
“She’s perfect,” I reply after taking a sip of my beer.
Garrett makes a big show of looking surprised. Raising his arms in the air, he acts like he’s just seen the second coming of Christ or something.
“Knock it off,” I mutter.
“Can it be? Emerson Grant is finally satisfied with someone? Drinks are on me tonight.”
“Very funny. Besides, she’sjusta secretary, remember? The standards and expectations are considerably lower.”
“That’s fine. I can get over the fact that I didn’t find her myself. I’m just happy I can have twenty hours a week of my time back since that’s what I spent trying to find the perfect girl for you. Not to mention all of the paperwork involved in assigning and reassigning each girl. It was exhausting.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re pleased,” I reply.
