Page 2 of Stage Dive: Short Stories & Novellas
She just blinked.
I countered by batting my eyelashes at her.Some say my eyes are my best feature.Cerulean blue.Like a pristine lagoon in the Pacific or something like that.I don’t know.It usually worked, but this chick was being difficult.
“Did you just bat your eyelashes at me?”she asked, curious.
“No.”I flexed a bicep.Thank fuck it’d been warm enough to wear a t-shirt.The cooler months in Portland made it hard to show off my wondrous body.And seriously, why go to all of the afore mentioned trouble (gym, sweating, pain, etcetera) if not to share it.Why, it’d just be selfish to keep this all to myself.
She squinted.“Why is your arm doing that?Do you have a tic?You know, they probably have medication for that.There’s a chemist down–”
“I don’t have a tic.I’m just very muscular.”
“Right,” she soothed.“Okay.Got it.”
Thank God the shop was empty.The woman was shredding me.And to think I’d been so sure this redhead in particular would fall for my wiles.No, that was quitter’s talk.Sooner or later, with her full enthusiastic consent of course, she would be mine.Probably.I mean…given my track record, the odds were quite good.People had always said that my self-belief was one of my defining attributes.I could not allow her to shake my faith in my delectability.Not happening.
“So, you live around here?”I asked, giving her my best teasing hint of a smile.
Her brows descended.They were so expressive.“Are you coming onto me?”
“What?No.”
“This is outrageous.I’m at work, sir!”
“And I respect that totally.You look very authoritative standing behind that counter.Like a hot naughty librarian.”I grinned again.Only if anything, she looked even more pissed.“Wait, no…ma’am.I mean, like a wizard of words, sharing her bookish knowledge with the world.Yeah.That.”
On a scale of appeased, she rated maybe a five-percent, at best.Shit.
“Why I think that helping people find literature is a wonderful calling,” I continued.“Spreading wisdom far and wide, helping people to expand their minds.I respect you for it big time.”
In lieu of answering, she started tallying up my purchase.Her long sensual fingers stabbing at the buttons as she added up the figures.Such violent motions made her breasts jiggle beneath her dress in a thoroughly beguiling manner.Had the girl not worn a bra?I bet she hadn’t.How awesome.
“You’re ogling me,” my lovely one sniped.“Stop it, please.You’re making me feel uncomfortable.”
“Like in a hot and flushed, turned on kind of way?”
Her mouth formed a perfect o.
“Will you at least tell me your name?”
Her pert nose rose high up in the air.“No.”
“Oh come on.I’ll tell you mine.It’s–”
“Sir, I do not care to know your name.”
“That’s so hot how you call me ‘Sir.’Do you do that in the bedroom too?”
She gasped.
“Sorry.Just curious.”I tried to look apologetic.But honestly, it wasn’t an emotion I ascribed to in general.
Eyes wide, she just stared.“Why, I’ve never met such an ill-behaved rogue in my entire life.You, sir, are cocky.That’s what you are.And I mean it as no compliment.”
I got in closer.“Did you just say you wanted to see my cock?”
“I bet it’s as small and insignificant as your manners.”
“Is that a yes?”
