Hotter than Helen (The "Bobby's Diner" Series) Read Online Free PDF

teasing. His look didn’t fit the question. She looked back in front of her and her face flushed red. Went hot.
    Being around him, this morning and the other night, made her uncomfortable. She couldn’t gauge him. Then, a thought occurred to her, sending her mind whirling. Maybe he was flirting with her. It was just like Hawthorne, from what she knew of him anyway, to set people on a curve, make them feel unbalanced. It felt bad but at the same time titillated her. She kept looking at items on shelves as if she were still shopping.
    “So, what do you say, Helen?”
    “Well, only if she asks me.” She paused. “What about Roberta?”
    “Roberta has already agreed, but who says there can’t be two standing for Georgie?”
    “Well, no one, I guess. I mean, sure, yes, if she wants me to, I’ll stand for her. Sure.”
    “Good, then. We’ll see that it happens.”
    “Well, I need to get back. I need to find a few more things and get back.” She angled her head down toward another aisle as they walked, as they talked. “See you, Hawthorne.”
    “Soon. Helen.” He nodded and stopped following her.
    She pushed away, leaving him behind, then turned down the nearest aisle. She started to breathe hard like a delayed hyperventilation or something. She looked at her breasts. With each emphasized breath, she could clearly see her nipples through the tee shirt. She pressed the palms of her hands down on them, trying to flatten them, soften, make them behave. However, sensing someone was watching her, she looked back. There he was. Hawthorne had both elbows resting on the handle bar of the cart, his chin perching on his hands. He was turned in her direction, just watching. When their eyes connected, he tipped his head, flickered a smile at her, making his lips twitch. She turned back fast grabbing her shirt tightly bunching it in front of her.
    When she looked back again he was pushing his cart past the end cap and out of sight.
    Helen felt a warm tug in her crotch. She tightened her thighs, twisting one gently over the other, trying to make the warm sensation subside.
    She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. She couldn’t believe she was feeling that way about Hawthorne.
     
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    “He keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure.” Georgette had dragged the girls into the kitchen with her to talk about him. A blast of toasted nutty fragrance filled the room when she lifted open the tin of Folgers.
    “Folgers. Good lord, Georgie.” Roberta said.
    “Hush. When will you stop about Folgers?”
    Roberta smiled and let her talk.
    “He likes to surprise me.” Georgette continued. “I heard him the other day on the phone telling Martin it would be a huge shock for me. Maybe he sold his home at the golf course. He’s just that way. Always something up his sleeve.”
    “I’m still not sure about him, Georgie.”
    “Oh lord, Roberta.” Helen interjected. “That’s how you acted with Georgette. You’ve never been one to accept people readily. I think he’s delicious.” Helen stepped in closer to Georgette, reaching into a cupboard as she spoke to Roberta. She pulled out a bottle of Tums.
    “Now, that’s not true, Helen. And, even if I am a little guarded, well, I need to be.” All the women stopped talking and Helen and Georgette exchanged looks with each other.
    “Rick is leaving.”
    “What!”
    “Oh not that way. He’s leaving for Laughlin, some consulting thing, next week I think, maybe after that. I don’t know.”
    “Okay, girls. This is the deal. I brought you in here to talk about me and Hawthorne, not this.” She paused at the sink while filling the glass coffee pot with water. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” She giggled like a teenager.
    “He is gorgeous, Georgette. I’m so jealous.” Helen patted Georgette on the back.
    “He’s okay. Too old for me.” Roberta joked.
    “Oh, you stop, now.”
    “I’m next.” Helen dropped her arms. “It’s my turn. I deserve a break, a go at the brass ring. I