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probably explains the
stained hands. His name on the check is Jared. Jared McKinley.
    “Sure,” I reply, flashing him what I hope is a cute smile. He
smiles back and I move away to begin gathering the money. I keep peeking up at
him through my eye lashes just to look, just to see. He’s the kind of guy that
sets my pulse on fire, the kind who makes me imagine his hands on my body,
kissing, sex.
    I try to control my wildly racing sexual thoughts so I can
concentrate on counting out the correct twentys, tens and ones. I don’t want to
mess this up in front of him and end up looking like an idiot. I notice as I
look up that he’s also looking at me, casually, his eyes moving over my close
fitting red button up shirt. I flush. I’m so fucking glad that I dressed up
tonight .  Finally I’m finished counting out the bills and scoop them up and
carry them back to the window, butterflies rattling around in my stomach,
feeling just a bit turned on, low in my belly, by his undeniable hotness.
    “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty and ninety-one, two, three and
75 cents,” I chant, counting the change back to him, the bills moving through
my stiff fingertips. I’m almost holding my breath, glad that I didn’t screw up
and this part of the transaction is over.
    “Thanks,” he says with another smile, turning away from me,
folding the bills into a wad and shoving them into his pocket.
    I exhale. I wish I wasn’t so damn pathetic and shy. I wish a
guy like him might ever find me interesting. I turn back to the drawer in front
of me and just as I pick up the discarded stack of checks, I notice out of the
corner of my eye that he has stopped, turned and is now walking back towards my
window. Holy what… what could he want, why is he coming back? Damn, is he
fine ! Tall and somehow perfectly proportioned, his shoulders wide, hips
narrow. I shiver and then gulp as he arrives back at my window, smiling again.
    “Can I ask you something?” he asks, looking a bit sheepish. What
could he possibly want to say to me I wonder, stunned into immobility for a
second, waiting breathlessly for him to go on. “This is kind of embarrassing
but I have to pick up a few things here and I’m not sure where to find them,”
he says as if he’s apologizing.
    “Oh sure,” I reply, realizing that like a fool I have barely
said a few words to him even though my internal monologue has had lots to say. He
smiles, his eyes crinkling a little and I’m thrown off guard again by how
awesomely attractive he looks when he flashes his little boy grin.
    “My mom asked me to pick up some mushroom paste and some
yeast, but I have no idea where to find that stuff in the store,” he continues
with another small grin. I laugh. Actually I do know where that stuff is, thank
God .
    “Actually I know right where you can find everything,” I say
with a smile. “The directions are a bit complicated, so let me come out and
help you.” Very professional Victoria , I think, trying not to grin with
guilt as I side-eye Michelle. She throws me a knowing smirk, waving me out of
the booth. I open the locked door and curve around the corner to meet him. He
smiles at me, motioning that I should lead the way.
    I’m walking a bit in front of him and the thought running
through my head is, I have a damn huge ass . Oh God, is he looking at
it? My ass is so damn large and especially noticeable in the entirely too
tight black pants I’m wearing. I knew it was a mistake to wear them tonight! Hmmm…truth
though, is it a turn on, or a turn off to guys? I honestly have no idea,
although I do remember that Nick seemed to be pretty in to my ass.
    I turn to smile at him over my shoulder, trying not to walk
too fast so that I won’t be too far ahead, but not sure what to say at the same
time. He’s bigger up close and he smells sort of spicy, fresh and clean despite
his stained hands. I turn to ask something inconspicuous since I‘m not sure
what else to say.
    “Why does your mom