Wreck Me by J.L. Mac Page B

store and they would never hire me. I don’t kiss ass, make coffee, or act bubbly like some cheerleader. I damn sure don’t believe in that saying that ‘the customer is always right.’ That’s a steaming pile of horse shit and I refuse to deal with it. If some jerk off wants to argue with me about something that I know he is wrong about I am going to tell him. If some ladies kid is clowning in the store and knocks something over causing damage, guess what? Mommy of the year is going to pay for it. I get that it is good business etiquette to kiss ass when necessary, but I just can’t. It isn’t in me. No one will hire someone like me. I’m too rough around the edges. I don’t have a college education. I have a lousy GED and that’s it. I am so royally screwed. I snap out of my thoughts when I feel eyes on me. My eyes zero in on Damon standing in the doorway of the bedroom staring at me.
    “What’s wrong?” I grab the sheet and quickly wrap it around myself.
    “I have to go. My boss called. He needs me in early. I guess we’re liquidating inventory. The store is closing.” I scan the room for my clothing and spot them on the floor. Damon remains standing in the doorway in black pajama pants that draw my eyes to all the right places on him. His chest is bare. His hair is a beautiful sloppy mess of dark brown locks. He looks perfect and the memory of that amazing cock buried within me sends a shiver down my spine. He walks towards me and climbs in the bed. He pulls me down to my back and wraps his arms around me before hauling me to his chest. I think he likes me in this position. I huff in exasperation. I really don’t have time for cuddling bullshit. Sutton needs my help to end the only good thing in my life. Wonderful. Just fucking grand. I hate this. I can’t stand the idea of it being sold and turned into some cookie cutter yogurt shop or tanning salon.
    “Tell me about it.”
    “I can’t. I have to get over there.”
    “Tell me.”
    “Dammit, fine. We have been struggling for some time. I knew it was coming, I was just holding out a little hope that things would turn around you know? I have some great ideas that might help our profit margin. Or lack thereof. Well, anyway, Sutton has to sell the inventory and close down. He can’t afford to stay in business open any longer.” Tears sting the backs of my eyes and the lump in my throat builds. What the hell is wrong with me? I never cry this much. I glance to Damon and he appears to be digesting what I have said.
    “So you’re unemployed now?”
    “Gee thanks asshole. Don’t lessen the blow on my account.” He chuckles and nods.
    “Okay, you’re right that was rude. It’s the business part of me. Don’t worry about it, Josephine. It will all work out.”
    “Hmph!” He would say that shit to me right now. It’s just like all those damn volunteers use to say. “Don’t worry. Things are going to work out.” I don’t need or want to be fed some line of bullshit. It doesn’t make me feel any better and it damn sure doesn’t change the bottom line. It only pisses me off. Things never just work out on their own. If things work out for me it will be because I did what I had to do to change my life. That’s the bottom line. There is no genie in a lamp, no lucky penny found, no magical wishing wells. All that shit is a fairy tale that I won’t buy into. The store closing is a problem, but I will just have to find a way to manage. I have done it before, I will do it again. I will be okay. I peel myself from his arms and carry about dressing myself minus one pair of destroyed panties.
    “I really have to get to the store.” Damon looks less than happy about me leaving. That’s the last thing I need right now.
    “Promise you’ll call me once you get out of there.” He is a bossy ass in and out of bed. But, I have to admit that it’s hot. There is something sexy about his commanding style. Maybe it’s because it’s new to me. That’s