(Please read chapter 1 first... or not. As a stand-alone I'm sure you can enjoy it too. As I say in Chapter 1, these have been written over the course of years so please forgive any style inconsistencies. This one is a quickie, quite literally)
The tension between Chris and Jane was so thick that they knew everyone in the store could feel it - it felt as though if someone lit a match the whole store would explode.
The clock on the wall above the magazine display seemed to be moving more slowly than usual; the last hour of the shift usually dragged but tonight it was excruciating. After last night, Jane didn't know what to expect from Chris. He gave her side-long glances all night. Hell, he gave her straight-up sex eyes all night. His hands lingered. He leaned in too closely to talk to her. The casual flirtation was going to get them into trouble, they knew. They had already had sex at work, and ever since then, Jane felt like she was testing him - how hard could she tease, how far could she lead him on before he lost control again.
True to her word, the night after their first time she wore something a little extra risque. Despite the lingering winter cold, she wore what was essentially a very long sweater. Chris would stare every time she bent over, and she loved being the object of his attention.
Tonight, though, she knew she was pushing it. Her neckline was low - not super low, she wasn't that kind of girl, but low enough to give a tease. She liked to tease. She had a cute bra on and matching panties. She could feel his hand straying to her bare leg but never touching, never daring to brush against her exposed skin. Which, she felt, was a shame because she really wanted him to run his hand up her thigh and find out what she was wearing underneath.
They stood at cash while a couple of lingering customers browsed aimlessly. Chris kept on stealing glances. Jane rolled her eyes. He was being so obvious.
