Hate Me
Kimber hated me. That was for damn sure. It was probably for the best.
Christmas was approaching, and the shop was busy. Kimber worked every day. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the leather-bound book I had hidden in my room.
I walked out into the shop and unlocked the bottom drawer. I figured if Penny asked what I was doing, I could tell her I was checking my schedule, and I knew Kimber wouldn’t ask or even wonder what I was doing. She didn’t talk to me, hardly even looked in my direction. That was probably good—so she’d never see when I looked at her.
I set my appointment book on the counter and pretended to look at it. I already knew my appointments for the day.
Kimber was helping an older woman. The shop sold a few health items, such aslike cream that helped reduce the pain from arthritis. Sometimes I wondered what would happen as I aged, if I’d be able to keep up this lifestyle. If I couldn’t screw anymore, I’d die, but I supposed a little joint pain wouldn’t stop me. Only one thing could stop me. Thank God for the invention of Viagra, though I doubted I’d ever need that, either.
“You just rub it on your hands,” Kimber said. “And it smells really nice.”
“That would be a nice change,” the woman said. “Never get old, dear. Nothing ever smells right again.”
Kimber’s lips curved into one of her rare smiles. She took a dab of lotion from the sample bottle. “May I?” The woman lifted her hand, and Kimber held it and gently rubbed lotion across the back of the woman’s hand. “It has a warming sensation,” Kimber said.
Kimber’s hands were calm and delicate like lily stems. I wondered what they would feel like on…
I looked back down at the book. She was right about the warming sensation.
I listened as Kimber talked with the woman a little more. I couldn’t remember having ever seen one of Penny’s employees actually care about what the customers had to say.
Then they walked toward me, toward the cash register.
Shit . I stuffed my appointment book in the drawer and locked it, hoping to be faster than Kimber.
Her feet stopped right next to me. I wished she’d wear something other than slacks and ballet flats. I wanted to see the cream of her legs. I bet they would look like the curve of milk as it’s poured out of a pitcher.
I stood straight, and she stepped up to the register. She spoke to the woman. “You found everything you wanted?”
I smiled and nodded to the older woman and then walked away, down the back hall. I could’ve sworn Kimber glanced at me. That was the closest I’d been to her in a week, since pulling the hotel bitch off her. Her scent was radiating through me. I hoped my appointment was on time.
These glimpses of her were all I allowed—and then they replayed in my head while I had sex with other women. It was becoming the way I did things, the way sex worked for me.
I knew I had a serious problem when Penny asked what was wrong after our take-out dinner Friday night.
Standing across the front counter from her, I looked at the spreadsheet she’d prepared for me. The total for my accounts had hit a million dollars. The number didn’t really compute. It was just numbers on a page. I handed it back to her.
“You’re seriously not going to react?” she said.
I took a swig from my beer. “React to what?”
She raised her eyebrows. “You’re a millionaire , Heath.”
“It’s only a few thousand more than last week.”
She folded the printout and stuffed it in the locked bottom drawer. Then she stood straight and met my eyes. “I know there’s something wrong with you.”
I leaned over the counter and threw the bottle in the trash. “Stop being so damn nosy.”
“I have the right to worry about you. I’m your sister.”
“But you’re not my mother.”
She froze, her mouth slightly open, as if I’d slapped her.
The sound of a key in the lock.
I turned. Kimber was unlocking the front door, apparently
Kimber hated me. That was for damn sure. It was probably for the best.
Christmas was approaching, and the shop was busy. Kimber worked every day. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the leather-bound book I had hidden in my room.
I walked out into the shop and unlocked the bottom drawer. I figured if Penny asked what I was doing, I could tell her I was checking my schedule, and I knew Kimber wouldn’t ask or even wonder what I was doing. She didn’t talk to me, hardly even looked in my direction. That was probably good—so she’d never see when I looked at her.
I set my appointment book on the counter and pretended to look at it. I already knew my appointments for the day.
Kimber was helping an older woman. The shop sold a few health items, such aslike cream that helped reduce the pain from arthritis. Sometimes I wondered what would happen as I aged, if I’d be able to keep up this lifestyle. If I couldn’t screw anymore, I’d die, but I supposed a little joint pain wouldn’t stop me. Only one thing could stop me. Thank God for the invention of Viagra, though I doubted I’d ever need that, either.
“You just rub it on your hands,” Kimber said. “And it smells really nice.”
“That would be a nice change,” the woman said. “Never get old, dear. Nothing ever smells right again.”
Kimber’s lips curved into one of her rare smiles. She took a dab of lotion from the sample bottle. “May I?” The woman lifted her hand, and Kimber held it and gently rubbed lotion across the back of the woman’s hand. “It has a warming sensation,” Kimber said.
Kimber’s hands were calm and delicate like lily stems. I wondered what they would feel like on…
I looked back down at the book. She was right about the warming sensation.
I listened as Kimber talked with the woman a little more. I couldn’t remember having ever seen one of Penny’s employees actually care about what the customers had to say.
Then they walked toward me, toward the cash register.
Shit . I stuffed my appointment book in the drawer and locked it, hoping to be faster than Kimber.
Her feet stopped right next to me. I wished she’d wear something other than slacks and ballet flats. I wanted to see the cream of her legs. I bet they would look like the curve of milk as it’s poured out of a pitcher.
I stood straight, and she stepped up to the register. She spoke to the woman. “You found everything you wanted?”
I smiled and nodded to the older woman and then walked away, down the back hall. I could’ve sworn Kimber glanced at me. That was the closest I’d been to her in a week, since pulling the hotel bitch off her. Her scent was radiating through me. I hoped my appointment was on time.
These glimpses of her were all I allowed—and then they replayed in my head while I had sex with other women. It was becoming the way I did things, the way sex worked for me.
I knew I had a serious problem when Penny asked what was wrong after our take-out dinner Friday night.
Standing across the front counter from her, I looked at the spreadsheet she’d prepared for me. The total for my accounts had hit a million dollars. The number didn’t really compute. It was just numbers on a page. I handed it back to her.
“You’re seriously not going to react?” she said.
I took a swig from my beer. “React to what?”
She raised her eyebrows. “You’re a millionaire , Heath.”
“It’s only a few thousand more than last week.”
She folded the printout and stuffed it in the locked bottom drawer. Then she stood straight and met my eyes. “I know there’s something wrong with you.”
I leaned over the counter and threw the bottle in the trash. “Stop being so damn nosy.”
“I have the right to worry about you. I’m your sister.”
“But you’re not my mother.”
She froze, her mouth slightly open, as if I’d slapped her.
The sound of a key in the lock.
I turned. Kimber was unlocking the front door, apparently
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