Page 54 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Oh no.

Not again.

Not with the weird sudden case of the let’s get down and dirties—aka nymphomania, or whatever the heck this is—that started this morning.

Maybe it’s early perimenopause.

That can happen, right?

Like your hormones go nuts and you get all horny at inappropriate times or whatever. Right?

Wait. What the hell am I thinking?

Oh crap.

The warmth low in my stomach returns with a vengeance.

My cheeks immediately heat.

Seriously?

Not now.

Please, not now.

Of all the customers to have a hormonal meltdown over, I choose the man who looks like rockstar meets Viking warrior who just wandered into my bookstore.

Get it together, Elsie.

I plaster on what I hope is a perfectly normal smile.

“Are you okay?” Viking asks.

“Um, yeah. Yes. Of course, I am. How can I help you?” I ask and I mean it.

I really mean it.

Sure, it’s the kind of thing I say to potential customers all the time. But now?

The words come out just a tiny bit breathier than usual.

He smiles.

It's small.

Almost hesitant.

Like smiling doesn't come easily to him.

“Thank you.”

Oh.

Wow.

His voice.

It's deep.