happened to own, his hair pulled back and every inch of his body visible except for what was hidden beneath his shorts. The shorts would be shimmering brightly in the sunlight, clinging tightly to his legs and accentuating his muscles. And the bulge between his legs, so carefully hidden by the spandex and yet, at the same time, outlined and on display, would be resting on the seat.
Chloe nearly dropped the shirt she had been folding and immediately forced herself out of her reverie. Embarrassed, she hoped he wouldn't to look up and see her blushing. To be on the safe side, she turned her back to him and did her best to erase the image from her mind, trying to think of other mindless tasks to keep her occupied. It wasn't easy.
It was almost a relief when the telephone rang, giving her an excuse to walk to the opposite side of the store from him. On her way, however, she couldn't resist another look at him. This time, though, when her eyes casually shifted in his direction to take in his Greek-god-like perfection once again, she noticed something was different – this time, he was looking at her, too.
Chloe stopped in her tracks, freezing like a deer caught in headlights. She internally chastised herself for not being able to play it cool, and willed her legs to move forward towards the incessantly ringing store telephone, but they wouldn't budge. She stared at him, and he stared right back. Their eyes met, and for a moment Chloe's world stopped in its tracks. She felt out of control of her own body – she was unable to move, her heart was racing, and she knew her face was flushed.
Finally, he turned his attention back to the biking shorts and she was able to force herself forward to the telephone that was sitting by the cash register. It stopped ringing seconds before she reached it, and when she put it to her ear all she heard was a dial tone. Swearing softly to herself, she put the phone down. Maybe whoever it was would call back. Chloe decided it would be a good idea to stay by the phone for a minute or so.
She would have, too, had it not been for the hand she felt on her shoulder only a moment later. Jumping slightly, she spun around and found herself face to face with him, her biking shorts customer who had, only seconds before, been on the other side of the store. Chloe felt her heart speed up again.
She willed herself to say something. Can I help you? Is there something I can help you find? But nothing would come. She could only look up at him and admire everything she saw.
He smiled at her, despite her silence. "I'd like to try these on."
Chloe saw he was holding two pairs of biking shorts. She wanted to smack herself. "Of course," she said, fumbling for her keys to the dressing room. She used the excuse of finding the right key to keep her eyes on something other than him. "Right this way."
She walked quickly, leading the way around the corner to the dressing room stalls. She opened the largest one for him and he began to step inside.
"Oh," he said, as if a thought had suddenly struck him. "Would you mind grabbing me a top that I can try on with these? I'd like to see how it all fits together."
"Oh. . .okay," Chloe answered, trying hard not to stumble over her words. She wondered why he hadn't brought shirts with him in the first place, but if a shirt was what he wanted, she would get it for him.
She took a minute or so to browse the shirts that matched the biking shorts. He hadn't mentioned what size he wanted. She wasn't good at guessing that kind of thing, either. With a small sigh, she finally took one of each size and headed back to the dressing rooms.
She turned the corner and stopped on a dime. Standing right in front of her, taking in his reflection in the long mirror, was her stunningly handsome customer. He had shed his own clothing, and was now in a pair of biking shorts – and nothing else. They fit him perfectly, outlining his firm, toned thighs. Although she tried to stop
Chloe nearly dropped the shirt she had been folding and immediately forced herself out of her reverie. Embarrassed, she hoped he wouldn't to look up and see her blushing. To be on the safe side, she turned her back to him and did her best to erase the image from her mind, trying to think of other mindless tasks to keep her occupied. It wasn't easy.
It was almost a relief when the telephone rang, giving her an excuse to walk to the opposite side of the store from him. On her way, however, she couldn't resist another look at him. This time, though, when her eyes casually shifted in his direction to take in his Greek-god-like perfection once again, she noticed something was different – this time, he was looking at her, too.
Chloe stopped in her tracks, freezing like a deer caught in headlights. She internally chastised herself for not being able to play it cool, and willed her legs to move forward towards the incessantly ringing store telephone, but they wouldn't budge. She stared at him, and he stared right back. Their eyes met, and for a moment Chloe's world stopped in its tracks. She felt out of control of her own body – she was unable to move, her heart was racing, and she knew her face was flushed.
Finally, he turned his attention back to the biking shorts and she was able to force herself forward to the telephone that was sitting by the cash register. It stopped ringing seconds before she reached it, and when she put it to her ear all she heard was a dial tone. Swearing softly to herself, she put the phone down. Maybe whoever it was would call back. Chloe decided it would be a good idea to stay by the phone for a minute or so.
She would have, too, had it not been for the hand she felt on her shoulder only a moment later. Jumping slightly, she spun around and found herself face to face with him, her biking shorts customer who had, only seconds before, been on the other side of the store. Chloe felt her heart speed up again.
She willed herself to say something. Can I help you? Is there something I can help you find? But nothing would come. She could only look up at him and admire everything she saw.
He smiled at her, despite her silence. "I'd like to try these on."
Chloe saw he was holding two pairs of biking shorts. She wanted to smack herself. "Of course," she said, fumbling for her keys to the dressing room. She used the excuse of finding the right key to keep her eyes on something other than him. "Right this way."
She walked quickly, leading the way around the corner to the dressing room stalls. She opened the largest one for him and he began to step inside.
"Oh," he said, as if a thought had suddenly struck him. "Would you mind grabbing me a top that I can try on with these? I'd like to see how it all fits together."
"Oh. . .okay," Chloe answered, trying hard not to stumble over her words. She wondered why he hadn't brought shirts with him in the first place, but if a shirt was what he wanted, she would get it for him.
She took a minute or so to browse the shirts that matched the biking shorts. He hadn't mentioned what size he wanted. She wasn't good at guessing that kind of thing, either. With a small sigh, she finally took one of each size and headed back to the dressing rooms.
She turned the corner and stopped on a dime. Standing right in front of her, taking in his reflection in the long mirror, was her stunningly handsome customer. He had shed his own clothing, and was now in a pair of biking shorts – and nothing else. They fit him perfectly, outlining his firm, toned thighs. Although she tried to stop
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