wave upon her exit. I return a shy smile.
Trick straightens up his work area as I ease my way over and climb up on the stool.
“She’s pretty.”
“Thank you,” he replies with a smirk while keeping his eyes cast downward on his busy hands reorganizing everything.
“Don’t be so arrogant. She may think you’re a god, but her beauty is her own. You just enhance it.”
Trick turns and steps closer, as in really close. If I try to regain my personal space, I’ll fall off the stool, so I just pray he doesn’t feel my nerves or see my whole body blush with heat. His hand moves and I flinch, but it doesn’t deter his motion. Grabbing a few strands of my hair, he runs it through his fingers, teasing it then releasing it at my breast.
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
“If you would have said he’s pretty, then the compliment would belong to him . But you said she’s pretty, so the compliment belongs to me.”
“She—he— that was a guy?” The incredulity of my voice trips through the air.
Trick shows me his full-on grin filled with pride. “Don or ‘Donna’ does cabaret shows.” He turns and finishes cleaning up.
“I-I mean—wow!”
“Thank you.” He shoots me another smirk.
I roll my eyes. “Stop being so cocky. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh?” He glances up with a raised brow. “Then what suits me?”
With a thoughtful squint, I twist my lips to the side. “I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
“Come.” He shuts off the lights.
“Where are we going?”
“Grocery shopping.”
“Why?” I hop off the stool and follow him out the door.
“I need groceries.”
“Want me to drive?”
“Nope, we’ll walk.” Trick is a good ten steps in front of me.
The guy doesn’t wait for anyone or anything. I jog to catch up.
Chapter Six
M y distractingly sexy new friend drags me through every aisle, and all the lip-licking glances go unnoticed by him—but not by me. “Women sure do like you.”
Trick inspects each apple before adding them to the cart. “Impossible. They don’t even know me.”
Proving my point, I glare at a lady eye fucking him while her kids cling to the side of her cart like a troop of monkeys. “Let me rephrase, they like your body.”
He pushes the cart toward the checkout, glancing over at me. “Do you like my body?”
I swallow hard, grabbing and thumbing through a magazine as we wait in line. “It’s … fine. I guess. I haven’t paid it much attention.”
“No?”
I suck in my lips and shake my head. Ten minutes later we leave with six paper bags of groceries. He carries two in each hand, and I carry the other two.
“If you don’t feed me when we get back, I’m going to feel used. You really should consider trading in your motorcycle for something more practical.”
The look he gives me misses my jugular by a few millimeters. Warning received. It was a joke, well … sort of.
“If you’re hungry you can drink one of the four bottles of fresh pressed juice you stuck in my cart.” He gives me a quick sideways glance.
“They were on sale.”
He chuckles.
“What? Is something wrong with saving a buck?”
He stops, turns, and bends down so we’re at eye level. “ You didn’t pay for them.”
My face morphs into a slight grimace. “I’ll pay you back.”
He shakes his head, continuing on, once again leaving me scurrying to catch up. “I don’t want your money.”
“I know…” I give him a playful nudge “…that’s why I’m letting you be my friend.”
“Lucky me.” He sets down two bags to open the door.
“Uh … yeah. I’m quite the catch.”
He glances back with a questioning brow.
“I don’t mean in a romantic way …”
His stare intensifies.
“Not that I’m not romantic, just not with you because you’re—”
The one brow raise turns into two. “I’m?”
I sigh. “Ugh! Just … let’s go.” I kick the heel of his boot.
The signature twitch-smirk filled with a
Trick straightens up his work area as I ease my way over and climb up on the stool.
“She’s pretty.”
“Thank you,” he replies with a smirk while keeping his eyes cast downward on his busy hands reorganizing everything.
“Don’t be so arrogant. She may think you’re a god, but her beauty is her own. You just enhance it.”
Trick turns and steps closer, as in really close. If I try to regain my personal space, I’ll fall off the stool, so I just pray he doesn’t feel my nerves or see my whole body blush with heat. His hand moves and I flinch, but it doesn’t deter his motion. Grabbing a few strands of my hair, he runs it through his fingers, teasing it then releasing it at my breast.
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
“If you would have said he’s pretty, then the compliment would belong to him . But you said she’s pretty, so the compliment belongs to me.”
“She—he— that was a guy?” The incredulity of my voice trips through the air.
Trick shows me his full-on grin filled with pride. “Don or ‘Donna’ does cabaret shows.” He turns and finishes cleaning up.
“I-I mean—wow!”
“Thank you.” He shoots me another smirk.
I roll my eyes. “Stop being so cocky. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh?” He glances up with a raised brow. “Then what suits me?”
With a thoughtful squint, I twist my lips to the side. “I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
“Come.” He shuts off the lights.
“Where are we going?”
“Grocery shopping.”
“Why?” I hop off the stool and follow him out the door.
“I need groceries.”
“Want me to drive?”
“Nope, we’ll walk.” Trick is a good ten steps in front of me.
The guy doesn’t wait for anyone or anything. I jog to catch up.
Chapter Six
M y distractingly sexy new friend drags me through every aisle, and all the lip-licking glances go unnoticed by him—but not by me. “Women sure do like you.”
Trick inspects each apple before adding them to the cart. “Impossible. They don’t even know me.”
Proving my point, I glare at a lady eye fucking him while her kids cling to the side of her cart like a troop of monkeys. “Let me rephrase, they like your body.”
He pushes the cart toward the checkout, glancing over at me. “Do you like my body?”
I swallow hard, grabbing and thumbing through a magazine as we wait in line. “It’s … fine. I guess. I haven’t paid it much attention.”
“No?”
I suck in my lips and shake my head. Ten minutes later we leave with six paper bags of groceries. He carries two in each hand, and I carry the other two.
“If you don’t feed me when we get back, I’m going to feel used. You really should consider trading in your motorcycle for something more practical.”
The look he gives me misses my jugular by a few millimeters. Warning received. It was a joke, well … sort of.
“If you’re hungry you can drink one of the four bottles of fresh pressed juice you stuck in my cart.” He gives me a quick sideways glance.
“They were on sale.”
He chuckles.
“What? Is something wrong with saving a buck?”
He stops, turns, and bends down so we’re at eye level. “ You didn’t pay for them.”
My face morphs into a slight grimace. “I’ll pay you back.”
He shakes his head, continuing on, once again leaving me scurrying to catch up. “I don’t want your money.”
“I know…” I give him a playful nudge “…that’s why I’m letting you be my friend.”
“Lucky me.” He sets down two bags to open the door.
“Uh … yeah. I’m quite the catch.”
He glances back with a questioning brow.
“I don’t mean in a romantic way …”
His stare intensifies.
“Not that I’m not romantic, just not with you because you’re—”
The one brow raise turns into two. “I’m?”
I sigh. “Ugh! Just … let’s go.” I kick the heel of his boot.
The signature twitch-smirk filled with a
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