“You’ve got an entire wall dedicated to fairytales.”
Andi glanced at me from behind the counter. She wore another of those cute vintage dresses with those boots I really, really loved. Over the top of it all was a little black apron that for some reason had me cranked and ready to combust. Two days had passed since the anniversary of her father’s death. I didn’t attempt anything more than chaste kisses and comforting kugs during that time, and Andi didn’t appear to want or need anything more. Me, on the other hand, or well, my cock was begging for release. And Andi sure didn’t make it easy looking so damn adorable. All I wanted to do was turn her around, bend her over the counter, and fuck her senseless. Unfortunately, the store full of customers probably wouldn’t appreciate my enthusiasm for their local book proprietor. Vanessa from the hair salon across the road was hovering. She wasn’t as handsy as she had been on the last couple of occasions, Andi had apparently marked her territory, but her eyes still lingered with appreciation. I could see that it was stroking Andi’s feathers the wrong way. Wanting to instill her claim of ownership, I leaned over the counter, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward, kissing her in an almost R rated fashion. When I pulled away, the blush in her cheeks made me grin.
“The fairytales, why do you have so many?” I reminded her, pointing to the wall of books at my back.
Andi gave the middle aged woman standing at the counter a shy grin.
“Honey, if I had a man who kissed me like that, I wouldn’t need this.” The woman held up a book, and from the half-naked, bulging male chest on the cover, I assumed it was some sort of romance. Andi took the woman’s money and then turned her attention back to me.
“I like fairytales. Alice in Wonderland is my favorite. When I was a little girl, my dad read it to me repeatedly. I used to fantasize about disappearing down a rabbit hole and finding myself in another universe.”
“And then Johnny Depp went and solidified our fantasies by playing the Mad Hatter,” Vanessa said from beside me.
Andi gave her a wicked smile. “Amen to that, sister.”
The bell on the front door rang and Casey’s sing song voice filled the store. When Andi’s face paled, I turned to see what the hell had her rattled.
“You’re bringing a rat into my damn store?” she screamed.
In Casey’s large hands rested a dog, which I guess did kind of resemble a rat.
Casey rolled his eyes. “This is a Chinese Crested Dog, his name is Ziggy Stardust, and he does not like to be compared to rodents.”
Andi looked doubtful. “He looks like a rat,” she mumbled.
“Oh hush, you big scaredy cat. I’m here for a short black, Ziggy’s favorite.” I’m pretty sure everyone in the store stared at Casey who was fussing over Ziggy like a worried momma. When he glanced up and noticed our shock, he rolled his eyes, again. “Does no one in here have a sense of humor? The coffee is for me,” he said with exasperation. When he went to place Ziggy on the counter, Andi took a small step away from the rodent like dog.
“I’m still pissed at you for drugging me,” she hissed at Casey.
“You’re welcome. I know you would have done the same for me.”
She shook her head with disbelief and turned to make Casey’s coffee. Vanessa was standing too close again.
“Ness, that particular piece of eye candy is officially Andi’s wall shaker, I suggest you keep outside the rub-up zone or else Andi might poison your coffee.”
Vanessa blushed and took a small step away. “Sorry, I guess I just gravitate towards muscle.” She sighed, looking over my body like she wanted to devour me.
“What makes you think I haven’t already poisoned her coffee?” Andi asked.
Vanessa paled slightly before picking up her coffee to go. “I’d never mess with a friend’s man, much less a Texan. You don’t mess with Texas women,” said Vanessa as she made her way out of the store.
“Texas girls, the type of girl you take home to meet your mom then she goes and outdrinks your dad,” sighed Casey.
“What would you know about taking a woman home?” Andi scoffed.
“I took Lionel home to meet my folks, and he’s as good as a woman.” Andi pushed Casey’s coffee across the counter to him, avoiding Ziggy. “So, it’s my birthday in two days and I want to go out. I’ve got four tickets to that new bar they’re opening, Tinsel Town. We’ll have pre-drinks at my place and the cab will pick us up at eight p.m. I don’t need presents, but I do want them.” He exaggerated the words need and want. “Until then...toodles.” Casey stood and walked from the shop like the entitled queen he was.
“Wow, presumptuous much? He drugged me!” Andi spluttered.