Foolproof (Drexler University, #2)



Jules was leaning over the counter, outright flirting with a customer while he filled out a rewards pamphlet, already off to a good start on the bet my dad started, as I walked into the store. I’d need to step up my game if I wanted the Fourth off. She straightened when she noticed me, the customer blatantly checking out her chest when she wasn’t looking. I clutched my fists, ignoring the need to physically remove this asshole.

It was my turn to change out prices today, which would take hours, especially since we were short-staffed. I’d need to steer customers toward the furniture center and sell them a chair and a protection plan in order to catch up with Jules. She definitely knew how to work people. Which made me wonder how those manicured nails would feel as they worked over my cock.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts out of my mind. I’d never sell anything at this rate if I had to face toward the shelves, hiding my erection.

Stepping behind the counter to grab the new product prices, Peach came up next to me and dropped a price tag into my hand.

“Read it later. Have a good day.” She winked and turned around to a customer who had walked up to the counter. “Did you find everything okay?”

Within seconds, she had another sucker signing up for a rewards card. Damn.

I unfolded the tag and pressed myself into the counter.

Going down is one of my specialties.

Fuck. She was going to be the end of me. My erection pressed against my pants, and I stood behind the counter trying to make it go down. Peach had a dirty mouth. One that I wanted on me, which didn’t help the pants situation.

Once everything was situated, I made my way out to the floor and replaced price tags, trying to come up with a response. Jules was nothing like Lex, who got pissy if I said anything dirty. Jules embraced it in the same way her work pants hugged her ass.

I peered around an endcap—another customer filling out a rewards pamphlet. Jules looked up from the computer screen and our gazes connected, a wry smile crossing her face. Yes, Peach, I know you’re kicking my ass. I needed to be up at the register selling products. It was the kiss of death that I had to spend the day changing out price tags. I scanned the store and spotted a customer milling around the office chairs and decided to go in for the kill. Peach wasn’t the only one who could flirt with customers. I was going to get the weekend of the Fourth off and spend time with my buddy. I needed to keep that at the forefront of my mind before I let thoughts of Peach get in the way.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

A woman in her early forties swiped her thumb over her chin and appraised me in the same manner she’d been doing with the expensive leather chairs. “I think you can help,” she purred.

Cougar sighting on aisle fifteen.

I caught Peach staring at me from the register, her brows pinned together as she studied the older woman. Time to lay it on thick, show her she had some competition. I led the cougar by the arm to every expensive chair, complimenting how she looked wonderful in the chair, how it’d be a perfect addition to any office. She smiled and picked one of the thousand dollar ergonomic chairs. Jackpot. Dad would be pleased. These were a hard sell, not many people justifying a cloud for their ass.

As we walked up to the register, I made sure to say loud enough that Peach could hear, “I think it’d be a great idea to get a protection plan, just in case anything happens to the chair. Office Jax ensures your satisfaction.” Kill me. Dad must have come up with these slogans while watching eighties pornos.

“I love being satisfied,” Cougar purred.

I bet she did. Jules raised a brow and shot Cougar a quick glare. I moved behind the counter and rung up the sale.

“I’m here for all your printer and office needs.”

“And if I’m unsatisfied, what days could I come back to make sure you satisfy my customer needs?”

Calm down, lady. The desperation wafted off her surgically plumped lips. “I’m here every weekday and Saturdays.”

Jules loudly cleared her throat and drummed her pink nails along the counter, staring daggers in my direction.

Cougar beamed a smile in my direction. “Great.”

I ran my fingers along the waist of Jules’s pants, the high counter concealing Cougar’s view, and stuck a price tag in her pocket.

She grabbed the note and unfolded it, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as her eyes scanned the message.





Chapter Fifteen


Jules


As much as I’d love to see you on your knees, I’d rather have you on your back.

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