fucking work. I just want to come home, eat some food, watch some TV with a good woman at my side, and then I want to fuck her good before we go to bed. Simple,” I say. Finding a good woman has been way harder than I thought.
“Whatever sizzles your bacon, man. The idea of banging the same woman all the time…” He shudders.
I shrug. “I don’t give a shit what you think. You want to bang random chicks? Have fun. I’m just done with that.”
“After Danielle, I figured you’d want to—”
He finally shuts up when I glare at him.
“Can we quit hashin’ this shit out?”
“Fine, man, whatever. You gonna try and see her again tomorrow?”
I heave out a sigh. “Yeah.” I hope to Christ she’ll be there this time.
I’m working Halloween on a Monday, and it’s been pretty slow, except for the trick-or-treaters. On top of my head is one of those ridiculous headbands with antennae that have light-up pumpkins on the ends. I know I look stupid, but watching the kids’ faces brighten makes me feel light and happy. I love it.
Right now, I’m sitting on the floor, stocking the soda cooler, when the door chime rings.
“I’m coming!” I call out.
As I walk over to the counter, my stomach plummets to my toes. Instead of the cute little kids I was expecting, Jed is standing at the counter, tall and gorgeous and grinning. Although I’m surprised and nervous as a canary going into a mine shaft, I’m really happy to see him. Tingles flow across my body as I walk closer to the counter, closer to Jed.
As much as I’ve thought about him, my memory did not serve me correctly at all. This man is fucking sexy. He’s seriously fucking sexy with a red polo shirt that makes his milk-chocolate eyes pop, and his black leather jacket gives his clean-cut good looks a slight bad-boy edge.
“Hey.” I smile tentatively. I nearly gave up hope that I would see him again, but now that he’s here, my nerves are running rampant. Should I just tell him I’ve changed my mind? Should I wait for him to bring it up? What if he changed his mind?
“Hey.” His beautiful lips—lips that kissed the life out of me—spread into a heart-stopping smile. His eyes search my face. “How have you been?”
With a shaking hand, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Um, good.” I’m so out of my element. “Just a lot of work and school. You?”
“Really good, Anna.” He nods, and then he flashes his panty-dropping smile again.
“What can I get you?”
“A large grilled chicken sub.”
I jot down his order, and just as I finish, he says, “So, do you—”
The phone rings, cutting him off.
What the hell, phone?
I trudge to the phone and take the order. After I hang up the phone, I move to the kitchen and get to work on making the orders. Monday is a slow night, so I’m almost always on my own, and tonight is no exception. I really wish I could ignore my job right now, but alas, I can’t. I can, however, still see him by the counter. I’m silently praying that he’ll ask me out again because I’m not so sure I have the courage to outright tell him that I changed my mind.
I try to think of something, anything to say. I’m so nervous that I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “So, do you come here often?” I mentally facepalm myself. Nice, Anna.
His smirk shifts into a full-blown grin. “More often lately.”
My brow furrows in confusion since I haven’t seen him in here at all, except for the Friday before last.
Before I can question him, he starts, “So, I was wondering—”
Again, he’s interrupted by a shrill ring.
I hate that stupid phone!
I toss the pizza into the oven, grab the phone, and commit the order to memory as I throw the chicken for his sub on the grill. Once I hang up, I scribble down the memorized order on a slip of paper. When I look up, another customer is at the counter. I barely suppress a growl.
Go away, people!
After I hang up the order, I
“Whatever sizzles your bacon, man. The idea of banging the same woman all the time…” He shudders.
I shrug. “I don’t give a shit what you think. You want to bang random chicks? Have fun. I’m just done with that.”
“After Danielle, I figured you’d want to—”
He finally shuts up when I glare at him.
“Can we quit hashin’ this shit out?”
“Fine, man, whatever. You gonna try and see her again tomorrow?”
I heave out a sigh. “Yeah.” I hope to Christ she’ll be there this time.
I’m working Halloween on a Monday, and it’s been pretty slow, except for the trick-or-treaters. On top of my head is one of those ridiculous headbands with antennae that have light-up pumpkins on the ends. I know I look stupid, but watching the kids’ faces brighten makes me feel light and happy. I love it.
Right now, I’m sitting on the floor, stocking the soda cooler, when the door chime rings.
“I’m coming!” I call out.
As I walk over to the counter, my stomach plummets to my toes. Instead of the cute little kids I was expecting, Jed is standing at the counter, tall and gorgeous and grinning. Although I’m surprised and nervous as a canary going into a mine shaft, I’m really happy to see him. Tingles flow across my body as I walk closer to the counter, closer to Jed.
As much as I’ve thought about him, my memory did not serve me correctly at all. This man is fucking sexy. He’s seriously fucking sexy with a red polo shirt that makes his milk-chocolate eyes pop, and his black leather jacket gives his clean-cut good looks a slight bad-boy edge.
“Hey.” I smile tentatively. I nearly gave up hope that I would see him again, but now that he’s here, my nerves are running rampant. Should I just tell him I’ve changed my mind? Should I wait for him to bring it up? What if he changed his mind?
“Hey.” His beautiful lips—lips that kissed the life out of me—spread into a heart-stopping smile. His eyes search my face. “How have you been?”
With a shaking hand, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Um, good.” I’m so out of my element. “Just a lot of work and school. You?”
“Really good, Anna.” He nods, and then he flashes his panty-dropping smile again.
“What can I get you?”
“A large grilled chicken sub.”
I jot down his order, and just as I finish, he says, “So, do you—”
The phone rings, cutting him off.
What the hell, phone?
I trudge to the phone and take the order. After I hang up the phone, I move to the kitchen and get to work on making the orders. Monday is a slow night, so I’m almost always on my own, and tonight is no exception. I really wish I could ignore my job right now, but alas, I can’t. I can, however, still see him by the counter. I’m silently praying that he’ll ask me out again because I’m not so sure I have the courage to outright tell him that I changed my mind.
I try to think of something, anything to say. I’m so nervous that I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “So, do you come here often?” I mentally facepalm myself. Nice, Anna.
His smirk shifts into a full-blown grin. “More often lately.”
My brow furrows in confusion since I haven’t seen him in here at all, except for the Friday before last.
Before I can question him, he starts, “So, I was wondering—”
Again, he’s interrupted by a shrill ring.
I hate that stupid phone!
I toss the pizza into the oven, grab the phone, and commit the order to memory as I throw the chicken for his sub on the grill. Once I hang up, I scribble down the memorized order on a slip of paper. When I look up, another customer is at the counter. I barely suppress a growl.
Go away, people!
After I hang up the order, I
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