equipment,” Zoe said with a smile. She popped open the top button on Paige’s shirt, showing off another inch of cleavage. “We’re here to test the equipment we already have. And what better way to do that then with a few guinea pigs?”
Paige moved to do up the button on her blouse, but Zoe batted her hand away. “You want to get his attention, don’t you?”
“Yes, but only one specific man’s attention, not a bunch of random guys’.”
“Trust me. I know Miles — guys like him.” Zoe looked away. “And all of the guys in here are the same. If these guys respond, he will too. Just walk down the aisles and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll turn heads.”
“I don’t know about this,” Paige protested as Zoe forced her down the first aisle. As predicted, the couple of men immersed in their shopping were now interested in more than bait and lures. And they weren’t too worried about hiding their drool either.
In the next row over, a man looking at camping tools dropped a small hammer on his foot as they passed. He didn’t even flinch.
Okay, so maybe Zoe had a point.
“I think we can go now,” Paige whispered.
“One more test, just to be sure.” Zoe winked then walked over to counter in front of the rifles. She ignored the gawking men and sidled up to the counter like she belonged there. Paige followed, attempting to mirror Zoe’s attitude and control of the situation. Zoe’s attitude right now was exactly what Paige needed to learn. No time like the present.
“Can I help you, ladies?” the man behind the counter asked.
“Sure you can,” Zoe said with a sticky sweet voice. “My friend here is in the market for a new toy. Maybe you can show her a couple to see what she likes the feel of in her hand.”
What toy? And why did it sound so dirty?
“How about this one right here?” Zoe clicked her nail against the glass counter top. “Oh, or maybe that one over there. Paige, honey, can you point out the one I mean to the nice gentleman?”
Paige looked from Zoe to the glass counter. Underneath, handguns of all sizes and colors lay on display. Toys? Hardly. But she would play along if it meant they could get the hell out of here faster.
“This one?” she asked Zoe, pointing to the tiniest handgun she’d ever seen. It didn’t even look real.
Zoe shook her head. “No, no. The one over there, way in the corner.”
Paige slid her hand along the counter, stretching to point at the gun furthest away from her. “This one?”
“That’s the one. Hold right there while this nice man gets it for you.”
Paige glanced up to see the man behind the counter frozen in place, his gaze not anywhere near the gun she pointed at. She turned the other way. The men further down the counter stared, watching her too, only their eyes weren’t focused anywhere near her face. Funny, she’d forgotten just how tight these jeans were until right now when she could feel the back seam riding up between her cheeks.
She stood straight and resisted the urge to pick her wedgie while waiting for the man to retrieve the gun she had no desire to hold. A low rumbling of conversation began around her again as the other shoppers apparently had decided to remember they had brains rattling around in their heads and not just life-sized googlie eyes.
“Here you go, honey. Now this is a gun you can be proud to carry.” He put the firearm in her hands, the metal colder and heavier than she’d expected.
Paige fingered the gun cautiously for a minute. It really did feel strange to hold one. She’d never done that before. She’d never had reason to. “It’s not loaded or anything, right?”
He chuckled. “That’s right.”
She took a step back from the counter and gripped the gun like she saw in the movies, standing with her feet slightly apart and her arms outstretched in front of her. “Freeze asshole.” She laughed.
The sound of something crashing to the floor startled her and she shrieked, almost
Paige moved to do up the button on her blouse, but Zoe batted her hand away. “You want to get his attention, don’t you?”
“Yes, but only one specific man’s attention, not a bunch of random guys’.”
“Trust me. I know Miles — guys like him.” Zoe looked away. “And all of the guys in here are the same. If these guys respond, he will too. Just walk down the aisles and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll turn heads.”
“I don’t know about this,” Paige protested as Zoe forced her down the first aisle. As predicted, the couple of men immersed in their shopping were now interested in more than bait and lures. And they weren’t too worried about hiding their drool either.
In the next row over, a man looking at camping tools dropped a small hammer on his foot as they passed. He didn’t even flinch.
Okay, so maybe Zoe had a point.
“I think we can go now,” Paige whispered.
“One more test, just to be sure.” Zoe winked then walked over to counter in front of the rifles. She ignored the gawking men and sidled up to the counter like she belonged there. Paige followed, attempting to mirror Zoe’s attitude and control of the situation. Zoe’s attitude right now was exactly what Paige needed to learn. No time like the present.
“Can I help you, ladies?” the man behind the counter asked.
“Sure you can,” Zoe said with a sticky sweet voice. “My friend here is in the market for a new toy. Maybe you can show her a couple to see what she likes the feel of in her hand.”
What toy? And why did it sound so dirty?
“How about this one right here?” Zoe clicked her nail against the glass counter top. “Oh, or maybe that one over there. Paige, honey, can you point out the one I mean to the nice gentleman?”
Paige looked from Zoe to the glass counter. Underneath, handguns of all sizes and colors lay on display. Toys? Hardly. But she would play along if it meant they could get the hell out of here faster.
“This one?” she asked Zoe, pointing to the tiniest handgun she’d ever seen. It didn’t even look real.
Zoe shook her head. “No, no. The one over there, way in the corner.”
Paige slid her hand along the counter, stretching to point at the gun furthest away from her. “This one?”
“That’s the one. Hold right there while this nice man gets it for you.”
Paige glanced up to see the man behind the counter frozen in place, his gaze not anywhere near the gun she pointed at. She turned the other way. The men further down the counter stared, watching her too, only their eyes weren’t focused anywhere near her face. Funny, she’d forgotten just how tight these jeans were until right now when she could feel the back seam riding up between her cheeks.
She stood straight and resisted the urge to pick her wedgie while waiting for the man to retrieve the gun she had no desire to hold. A low rumbling of conversation began around her again as the other shoppers apparently had decided to remember they had brains rattling around in their heads and not just life-sized googlie eyes.
“Here you go, honey. Now this is a gun you can be proud to carry.” He put the firearm in her hands, the metal colder and heavier than she’d expected.
Paige fingered the gun cautiously for a minute. It really did feel strange to hold one. She’d never done that before. She’d never had reason to. “It’s not loaded or anything, right?”
He chuckled. “That’s right.”
She took a step back from the counter and gripped the gun like she saw in the movies, standing with her feet slightly apart and her arms outstretched in front of her. “Freeze asshole.” She laughed.
The sound of something crashing to the floor startled her and she shrieked, almost
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