Going into the bathroom, I find it smells clean and almost sparkles. The door across the little hallway squeals open and I hear a soft voice say, “Women are filthier than men, Gina. Did you know that?”
The woman’s voice is on the deeper side of the female octave. It’s smooth and has the slightest French accent to it. It’s not like anything I’ve ever heard before.
“Camilla, I know you’ve only been a cashier for six months but I’ve been one for fifteen years. Of course, I know women are nastier than men when it comes to public restrooms. The things I’ve seen and smelled,” the women I recognize as the short older woman says.
The other one cuts her off as she says, “No, don’t tell me. My stomach is still lurching a bit with what I just had to clean up.” I hear her walk past my door and her footsteps keep going. “I wonder why moneybag’s car is still parked outside. I found the pervert the kind of rubbers he wanted.”
Pervert!
“I don’t know,” the other lady says as she has no idea it’s me, the moneybags pervert, in here.
“That man is a mess, I bet. Obviously, he’s wealthier than any human needs to be and the way he buys condoms is a crime. Who actually screws that much each night but only on Friday and Saturday nights? It’s ridiculous to need a new pack for each night. I bet he’s old and bald and has to pay for his women. That’s the only thing that makes any sense to me.”
“Most likely,” the other lady says. “He only started coming here just about the same time you started. His driver says he moved into an estate just outside of this side of town. I haven’t seen him at the grocery stores or anything. I’m sure he has servants to do that kind of thing.”
“An estate just outside of town. I bet he bought the old Franklin estate. I live right down the road from him then. In a little duplex, I rent, out that way. I might have to take a jog up the street one day and see if I can spot the fat bastard,” the one I now know is called Camilla says.
I think I’ve heard enough. Pushing open the men’s room door, I make my way to the soda machine. “Are your fountain drinks good?” I ask, without looking at either of the women.
“Our coffee is better. But I’d recommend a bottled water over either of those things,” I hear that smooth voice say.
I listen as her footsteps move behind the counter and I walk over to the cooler to take a bottle of water the little shit has told me about. “Thank you. You’re right, water is much better for the body. You a doctor or something?” I ask with a chuckle because no doctor would be working a crap job like this.
“A scientist, actually. I won’t get my doctorate for another two years but I will be one then,” she says.
I stop chuckling and open the door to the cooler and take a bottle of water and turn around slowly.
A scientist!
I can’t wait to lay my eyes on the woman who will be the first person I have ever called out on talking shit about me.
As I turn around, I see no one behind the counter. Then the little woman pops up in front of me. “Will that be all, Sir? Are you ready to check out?”
I look around her to find the other woman. “Not yet. I’m a little hungry but there’s nothing healthy jumping out at me. Perhaps the scientist has some suggestions for me.”
“Nuts are on aisle three at the front of it. There’s a package with a mixture of them that are about the healthiest thing you can get here,” I hear her but don’t see her.
So, I move on to aisle three and find the packages of nuts. There are six varieties. “Which ones do you recommend, doc?”
“The package on the row closest to the front. They have almonds and those are great for men. Women too, but especially for men,” I hear her say but still don’t see her.
“Are you going to school here?” I ask as I try to follow her voice.
“Clemson U, yes. I’m working here to make ends meet. And you, sir?” she asks.
I find her voice coming from the area of the counter and make my way to it. But when I get there, I still don’t see her. “I dabble in this and that. Where are you?”
A head with a tight black bun, with curls that have escaped, comes out from under the counter. “Under here. I had to add money to the vault and you have to climb under this thing to do it. It’s a real pain in the butt.”
Watching her climb out from under the counter and smooth her green smock that fits her curvy body extremely well, I see her eyes when she lifts her head up. Gorgeous, blue eyes, framed by lush dark lashes, find mine. Her rosy red lips curve into a smile, showing brilliant white teeth that look amazing in contrast to her creamy caramel skin. “Will that be all, sir?”
“Huh?” I ask as her beauty has rendered me speechless.
She looks at the water and package of nuts in my hands. “I can ring those up for you if you’re done shopping, sir.”
I place the things on the counter top and stammer, “Sure, uh, yeah, that’s going to do it.”
Two little beeps have my purchases done and she looks at me with that pretty smile again. “Three fifteen, sir.”
Handing her my credit card, I see her smile vanish. “Oh, sorry, sir.” She points at a small sign on the counter that says they don’t accept credit card payments for less than five dollars.
“Damn,” I say. “I never carry cash. I’ll put them back.”
Before I can turn away, her hand on my arm stops me. “I got this. You have a nice evening, sir. Drink all that water and eat all those nuts, and have a healthy evening, it’s on me.”
I look at her name tag and smile. “Thanks, Cami. I’ll repay the favor.”
“No need,” she says as she looks at her name tag. “Did you call me, Cami?”
“I did,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m afraid I have a habit of making up women’s names on my own. Sorry. That’s rude of me.”
“Think nothing of it. I think that’s kind of sweet. See you around then, sir. You come back and see us.” She turns to walk away to get back underneath the counter.
“Cyprian, not Sir,” I say then lean on the counter top. “You can call me, Cyprian.”
She stops her retreat and smiles at me again. “Cyprian? What a beautiful name.”
“Thanks,” I say and open the bottle of water. “What’re you doing when you get off work tonight, Cami?”
“Going home to study,” she says and looks a little nervous, suddenly. She fidgets a bit and I find that cute.
“Do you have to? I mean, I’d like to get to know you a little bit,” I say. The sound of the door opening and someone coming in, I barely notice as I look at her and can’t seem to take my eyes off her. “I bet your hair looks amazing when you let it out of that bun.”
A pink blush covers her cheeks then I hear a man’s voice coming from behind me. “Mr. Girard, I just realized you were making purchases. I forgot to tell you about their payment policy here,” my driver says and I watch Cami’s face go from pink to red.
“You’re him?” she asks as she steps back three full steps, as if I have leprosy or something terrible she might catch.
“Who?” I ask. I know damn well, who but I have to ask.
“The condom man?” she asks.
Now it’s me who’s blushing. My driver slaps a five-dollar bill on the counter. “There you, go, miss. We’ll be going now.”
The sound of someone coming in fills my ears and when I hear Cookie’s voice, I cringe, “Cyprian, are we going to get to your place and get the night going or what?”
Cookie is about as bimbo looking as they come. Nearly white hair with blue tips, she’s skinny and pale. Not a beauty in the light but she looks good in the dark, where I picked her up at my father’s party a little earlier.
Cami ducks her head and grins. Her amusement at my choice for the evening sends prickles through my skin. I take my water and nuts and leave the store in shame. “Come on, Cookie.”
A short burst of laughter I hear come from Cami, I am positive, as she hears the woman’s name.
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nbsp; I’m shaking with anger mixed with embarrassment, the addition of humiliation makes the emotional cocktail complete as I slam into the backseat of my car.
“That was brutal,” I mumble as Cookie tries to climb back onto my lap.
“What was?” she asks then slurps her drink.
“Nothing, never mind,” I say and close my eyes as I lay my head back on the seat.
What she must think of me…
Chapter 7
CAMILLA
With a name and face to put to the perverted moneybags, as I had dubbed the man with what must be a nearly insatiable sex drive, I find I’ve thought all wrong about him.
“He wasn’t fat and bald at all, was he?” I ask Gina as I help her clean the shelves where the can goods go.
“No, he was not,” she agrees as she nods.
“He was actually very nice looking,” I add as I wipe the top of a can of green beans.
“Yes, he was,” she agrees again.
“Did you see how tall he was when he walked out the door? The tape on the door frame read six feet and three inches,” I say as I think about how he filled that door frame nearly completely. “He was all muscles too.”
“He had nice light brown hair, dark brown eyes too,” Gina adds as she hands me a clean rag. “Use this one, honey. That one’s merely pushing the dirt around.”
What about those high cheekbones?” I ask. “And that Roman nose? It was the most perfect nose I recall ever seeing in my life. And his lips. Man, were they something. The top lip was a bit fuller than the lower one was.”
“I suppose that’s why he needs those condoms every weekend,” Gina says, taking me out of the trance I was putting myself in as I thought about the man.
“Yeah, he’s a male-whore. I know, I know,” I say as I shake my head to clear it.
“He was flirting with you, Camilla. Do you suppose he was about to invite you to join him and that other woman?” she asks me with a grin. “And if he had?”
“Of course, not!” I shout and walk away as heat has suddenly invaded me. “You know I’m not that kind of woman. I know it’s rare at my age of twenty-five to have only been with three men but I have to have feelings for any man I have intimate relations with. My parents and grandparents would kick my butt if I did it any other way.”
“What about what you would do if you didn’t have them to tell you what to do, Camilla?” she asks me, making me think about it.
“I’m a product of my raising. That belief runs through me, hardcore. I won’t be a notch on any man’s bedpost. No matter how gorgeous, sexy, and viral he is,” I say as I make my way back to the counter.
“Are you describing moneybags, pervert, there, Camilla?” she asks with a laugh.
“He has a name now Gina. Cyprian Gerard. That last name is French,” I say as I look out the window into the empty parking lot. It’d be nice to see that long black car pull back up into it and get to see that man one more time before I go to sleep.
“Like yours, Camilla Petit. But you still have a bit of an accent and he doesn’t have one at all,” she says as she joins me behind the counter.
“My father came here when he was a boy and my grandparents still speak it frequently. I wonder how my family would feel about him,” I mumble to myself.
“Camilla, he’s a rogue, a Romeo, a Lothario. You’ll have to watch yourself so as not to let him charm you. He’s much too handsome and I’m sure when he turns on the charm, he’s almost irresistible,” she says, reminding me he has to be kept at arms-length at all times.
“Do you suppose he’ll keep coming in here, merely to hit on me?” I turn the outside lights off, so we can close the store.
“Most likely. He was looking at you with fire in his eyes. To tell you the truth, if I was a younger woman, I’d do it. He’s rich, built like a one-ton tank, and the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d give him a roll in the proverbial hay. But I was a bit of a whore myself, back in the day.”
I have to laugh at the short, fifty-something woman. “Gina, you’re a trip. Let’s go home. Tomorrow night we’ll see what happens. I doubt he had a second thought about me. I mean, why would he? And even if he did, it doesn’t matter. I’m not a bimbo and he’s obviously into them. If you took a good look at Cookie, you’d know that.” We break into laughter as we lock up the store and walk to our cars.
“See you tomorrow night, Camilla. You have a nice night.”
Getting into my little ’67 mustang, I make my way down the road and notice the lights on at the old Franklin estate. It sits back off the road. A long driveway leads up to it and it’s gated.
My mind wanders off to what the hot man is doing right now and then I find an animal crossing the road and have the jerk the wheel to miss hitting it.
“Shit!”
I have to get that man off my mind. He’s definitely nothing but trouble!
The Wolf Book 2
By Michelle Love
Chapter 1
CYPRIAN
The light show my father has had put on for tonight’s party, has mock fireworks, sparkling over our heads in his ballroom. Two women have me in their clutches. For the first time ever, I’m trying to figure out how I can ditch them before I go home.
Someone has filled my mind all day and even into the night. The young woman from the convenience store has my thoughts muddled. I had a bouquet of red roses delivered to the store for her today. Ashton told me she works every weekend, so I’m pretty positive she got them when she got to work and I hope they brought a smile to her face.
I didn’t put a thing on the card except, ‘To Cami, From Moneybags-Pervert.’ I hope it made her laugh.
My sights are set on her for tonight. I could use the sound of her slight French accent, cooing in my ear as we play around in my large bed a little later on tonight.
Ashton told me the store closes at two tonight and I plan on being her last customer. I’ve made a plan that’s foolproof, as she will have to give me a ride home as I’m going to have Ashton drop me off there.
She seems the type of person who wouldn’t leave another one of her fellow human beings in a bind. When I get her to my place, I’ll offer her a drink. A little nightcap, I’ll call it.
She’ll accept, so as not to be rude. And after our little drink and some well-placed kisses from me, she’ll come, willingly to my bed. It’s all set out and I see no reason why it wouldn’t work.
But I have to get rid of the women, who have their claws dug into me, holding me tightly, so as not to lose me to someone else for the night. I keep forgetting their names, and that’s not like me.
“I need to check the time,” I tell the one on my left. My watch is on that wrist.
“Why, are you ready to go?” she asks. “Because that’s cool with me. We can leave now.”
Wiggling my arm away from her, I check my watch to find it’s almost one-thirty. “Not yet,” I say. “I need to make a visit to the facilities. I’ll be right back.”
The women exchange worried looks, then the one on the right says, “We’ll go with you. We can help you in your bathroom endeavors.”
A sense of fear runs through me that I won’t be able to ditch them and I blurt out, “I have to take a crap!”
Both of their expressions show me, my words were inappropriate. “Oh!” the one on the left says. “You go take care of that then. We’ll wait for you right here.”
I’m let go by both, with my bathroom talk and finally, set free. Off I go with a wave, neither aware I will not be returning to them. Not on this night, anyway.
Slinking out through a side door that’s hidden behind the stage, I find Ashton waiting for me as I had directed him to. “Are you sure about this, Sir? She’s not really your type.” He opens the back door of the BMW that he brought me in tonight.
“I am sure and every woman is my type. What are you talking about?” I ask as I slide into the car’s backseat.
“But you’ll have to work for this one. You
’ve never had to work for a woman in your entire life,” he says as he shakes his head. “Best to stick with what you know.”
“You are irritating me, Ashton. Just take me to the damn store, okay?” I pull the door closed as he seems intent on stalling me.
If I miss her because of him, he’s going to hate the outcome!
As he gets into the driver’s seat, he looks back at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Drive, damn it!” He has me nearly shaking with worry that we’ll miss her. “You seem a bit protective over this woman. What’s the deal, Ashton? Do you want her for yourself? Perhaps she’ll give you a little taste, I don’t care. After I’ve had mine, though.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. She’s not the kind of woman you’re used to. And the answer is, no, I am not interested in her in a romantic way. She’s a good kid. I think you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. That’s all,” he says as he finally starts driving.
“Do you think I’m incapable of wooing her? I assure you, I do have the skills required to reel in a woman who is unsure she wants to give herself to me. It hasn’t happened often, this is true. But a few have wavered at my bedside and I had to entice them into it. I can handle a bit of work when it comes to getting what I want.” I lean back and look at the stars overhead, through the moonroof.
“I think she’s a bit too spirited for you. And I doubt she’ll fall into your bed easily. If you are depending on her to quench your sexual thirst tonight, I fear you will go to bed thirsty, Cyprian,” he says as he looks at me through the rearview mirror.
“Do you really think so?” I ask as I turn my head to watch the city lights begin to dissipate as we near the edge of town. My heart starts to flutter with excitement as I know we’re getting closer to her.
“I do, sir,” he says and I find myself a bit worried that might happen as well.
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