-Welcome to the third short story in my "* Me" series! I can't thank you enough for the feedback you've sent my way. Keep it coming! I want to hear what you'd like to read next. Enjoy! ~SWE
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Emily ran to the fitting room, zipping up her turquoise uniform vest as she went. She was running late as usual. She reached up to put her water bottle on the shelf behind the desk when a strong musky masculine scent overcame her. Cologne. Emily was so focused on getting ready for the start of her shift, that she didn't even notice the young man behind the desk. He was gorgeous! Curly brown hair, green eyes, a smile to die for, and a body that...well...
"Okay, you're not Betty, and you're
definitely
not Pam. What are you doing here?" His smile alone made her tingle between her legs. The extreme reaction threw her for a loop.
"I'm usually over in sporting goods, but they needed someone to cover the phones." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Kurt, by the way."
She smiled and placed her hand in his. The grasp lingered a bit longer than was probably appropriate. "I'm so sorry, Kurt," she teased. "About the phones, I mean." Covering the phones was a thankless job. Customers could be total assholes sometimes. Her face flushed beneath his gaze. "I'm Emily." Fuck, he smelled incredible. She just stood there a few moments, drinking in the scent of him. "Shit! I mean crap," she corrected herself hastily. "I forgot to clock in!"
Kurt knew exactly where she needed to go to clock in, but he was determined not to move. Emily squeezed between him and the wall to scan her badge at the computer. Her breasts brushed against his muscular arm, quickening her heartbeat. He smiled to himself, enjoying the contact as well.
Emily stepped back and cleared her throat nervously. "Sooo...at the risk of sounding totally creepy...you smell really good!"
"Thanks!"
Oh my god, he had dimples! How had she not noticed that before? She stepped back to increase the distance between them, knocking a few hangers off the rack behind her in the process. She bent down to pick them up. As she stood, her eyes came in direct contact with the sizable bulge between his legs. She said a silent thank you to management for once again allowing jeans in the workplace, and then placed the hangers back on the rack next to her. Emily felt like the temperature had gone up twenty degrees in the last minute. She pulled the white scrunchie off of her wrist, and pulled her thick blond hair back into a ponytail.
"What's the name of the cologne?" she asked, wanting to ease the awkwardness, but realizing the question probably only made it worse.
"It's called—" The phone rang, putting an abrupt end to their conversation.
As Kurt answered the call, Emily busied herself with returning clothes that had been tried on to the salesfloor. The swimsuit section was a disaster. Bikini tops and bottoms were scattered all over the floor. She picked up a handful along with their hangers, and went back to the cart by the fitting room desk so she could chat with Kurt as she worked.
He watched her closely as she handled the sexy string bikinis. She could feel his eyes on her, and would periodically look up so they could lock eyes. Every once in a while, the intoxicating scent of his cologne would tease her nostrils. Emily had read countless romance novels that spoke of highly charged sexual encounters, but she could never relate. Until now. She had never been so turned on. Usually it took a guy with an over the top personality to catch her attention. Not this time. Her attraction to Kurt almost defied description.
Emily glanced down at the pile of swimwear in front of her, and picked up a lacy blue two-piece that was surprisingly skimpy for NelMart. She held it up by her face. "What do you think, Kurt? Do you think it'd bring out the blue in my eyes?" She batted her eyelashes seductively.
"I guess..."
She examined the price tag. Damn, it was already on clearance. "Okay, this may need to happen!" She rounded the desk, pulled out the fitting room keys from the top drawer, and unlocked one of the doors.
"What are you—"
"Shh!" Emily looked around to make sure none of the managers were in sight. "Cover for me, 'kay?"
Within two minutes, she reappeared, wearing nothing but the tiny string bikini. Kurt's breath caught as he took in the view of her sexy curves. She filled out the top nicely, he noted. She spun around so she could check out her ass in the mirror of the open fitting room. Sensing Kurt's gaze, Emily wiggled a bit, as if testing out the comfort of the garment. He swallowed hard. The lump in his throat wasn't the only thing that was hard...
"I'll take it," she grinned. Satisfied with the fit, Emily stepped back into the fitting room. "Hey, Kurt?" she called out.
"Yeah?"
"Can you please come and untie me?"
Simultaneously excited and terrified, he walked over to the doorway. He reached for the knot at the back of her neck and pulled it loose. The tiny top fell to the floor, exposing her creamy white breasts. Their gaze met in the mirror. They both knew this was no accident. Kurt shoved her further into the tiny room, and shut the door before anyone could see her. It was a tossup which made his heart race more, the sight of her incredible body, or the fear that their bosses might catch them. He leaned into the counter, hoping the phone would ring to distract him, because heaven help him, he wanted nothing more than to grab one of those beautiful breasts and suck on it. He glanced at his watch, wondering when they'd send him back to sporting goods. He didn't want to go, but he was afraid of what might happen if he and Emily had to work together for the duration of their shifts.
As Emily exited the fitting room, the voice of her department manager crackled over the radio, asking her to put up a clearance sign over the bras on the wall next to the fitting room.
"I'll do it," Kurt volunteered. He pulled a nearby bench over to the wall as Emily grabbed a sign from the shelf in back. He stepped up onto the bench as she handed him the sign, giving her an eye-level view of his tight, denim-clad ass.
Holy shit! She battled with herself about whether or not she should reach out and pinch that amazing ass of his. On one hand, it could be construed as sexual harassment. But on the other, she was a thousand percent certain that he was as drawn to her as she was to him. Before she could commit to pinching him, he jumped off the bench and started shoving it back into place. "Nice ass," she winked as she slapped his butt on his way past.
He shook his head and laughed as she picked up more garments to take back to the floor. He admired the gentle sway of her hips as she walked toward the intimates section. "Back atcha!" he called after her. She smiled, satisfied that she had indeed gotten to him.
They worked independently for another hour or so, Emily folding messy tables, and Kurt watching the phones. She always found an excuse to pass by the fitting room, and each time that cologne of his made her want to pull him into one of the fitting rooms and...
The sound of a loaded L-cart clattering down the aisle caught their attention. The department manager presented them with a cart full of freight to stock, mostly men's socks and underwear. Emily and Kurt welcomed the team project. The first couple boxes stocked quickly; they were basic multi-packs of socks and briefs. The phones had been keeping Kurt close to the counter. Upon slitting open the next box, Emily spotted something metallic. She reached into the box and pulled out a pair of red, white, and blue metallic boxer briefs, complete with white stars on the waistband. She whistled softly, thinking it was surprisingly risqué for NelMart. "Whoa, Kurt, check these out!" she said, holding them up, and then flipping them over to show him the back as well.
His eyebrows lifted. "Are those for men?"
"Yes, sir!" She smiled over at him. "You need these in your life."
I need these, on you, in my life.
He blushed at the thought. His reaction gave Emily an idea. Still holding the boxer briefs, she ran over to the phone. She leaned in, her breasts coming to rest on his arm, as she hit the Night Service button. That would route any incoming calls to customer service while they took their 15-minute break.
"What are you—"
Emily grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the small rooms. "You're gonna try these on," she ordered, handing him the underwear.
"I am, am I?" he teased, his gaze smoldering with desire.
