He’s a So and Sew…

He stood at the head of the check out line. Tapping his toe impatiently, he was the picture of frustration. He pointed at the sales clerk.

“You need to find someone to help with this problem.” It was said firmly, but the girl, young, and more than used to brusque patrons during the holidays, wandered off to find a manager.

The tall man jingled change in his pocket.

“Why do men do that?” asked a soft voice behind him. He was tempted to ignore it, but he needed an outlet. Turning, he raised one eyebrow and stared down at the petite woman behind him. He noticed her flame colored hair immediately. It was long, gently curled, and framed her blue eyes beautifully. She looked up at him with a gentle smile.

“Do what?” he asked in a softer tone.

“Jingle change when you’re feeling impatient!” she replied, laughter in her voice. “You know, they’ll charge you $5 just to repair that button. That’s….criminal!” Her eyes flared for a moment. She shook her head, hair bouncing.

“Likely they’ll charge me $15 and I’ll consider it money well spent to get the hell out of here before I miss my dinner party completely,” he responded, annoyed.

She stared at him, openmouthed. “F-fifteen dollars??!!” She sputtered. “That’s…stupid! Ridiculous! I have a needle and thread in my knitting bag in the car. If you’re brave enough to come out there with me, I’ll have it stitched on in a jiffy.”

He regarded her cooly for a moment. Looked around the store. The girl had vanished. No manager in sight. He looked back at the redhead.

“And how much will it cost me?” he nearly sneered at her.

She glared at him. He felt the heat from those eyes branding him. He straightened a bit more. He felt it. Suddenly and without warning, he knew he wanted this woman. The electric current running between them changed.

She spoke, calmer. “I don’t charge for kindness.” And turning on her heel, she strode away.

For a short woman, she certainly could cover a lot of ground! He caught up with her at the exit, held the door for her. She barely glanced at him. Sounded almost like a sniff of …disdain? He was not used to being dissed! This woman was charming! He all but danced ahead of her. Held out his hand to slow her forward pace. The Patriots would love someone on their front line with this much forward momentum!

“I apologize. I’m …. unused to the kindness of strangers.” He chose his words and tone carefully. She stopped. Glanced up at him.

“Well, I can believe that,” she said, ice still in her voice. He cupped her elbow. She read the intent in his eye a split second before his mouth came to hers. Even as she opened her mouth to protest…surely she was going to protest? they connected. He took immediate advantage of her openness, sliding his skillful tongue into her mouth to taste her. His hand slid from her elbow up to scoop the flaming locks and cup her neck, pulling her into his kiss, locking them in his world. He felt her surrender. Felt her small hand on his chest over his heart. Felt his cock stir.

He’d found her. At last.

4 thoughts on “He’s a So and Sew…

    1. Thank you Gray Lily! I sincerely appreciate your compliment! You’ll need to check back tomorrow…this has a second part! (teaser, I know!) Anyway, we have to see what happens, right?

      nilla
      beaming

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