Even after eating and being eaten thanks to Sam, my quest to get laid stretched on, seemingly into the dark passage of forever. I had avoided going out on Saturday nights just in case I bumped into the guy I callously abandoned in the bar (though maybe seeing him again might just be the cure I'm looking for).
I'm often too busy at work to take a real lunch break so that Friday I was texting a few friends between stock ordering and eating a sandwich to try and arrange going out for drinks. I needed a good drink after a long week plus I hadn't got myself off since the weekend so I was more than ready for a quick fumble or maybe more.
My desk phone rang, an internal call from the front counter. The clothes shop I manage is always busy but Friday's are manic, I rarely get anything done, my day a stream of unfinished jobs, because the staff always need me to process a refund or deal with an issue in the way only management can.
"What is it?" I barked as I lifted the receiver to my ear.
"Sorry, Mollie, I know you're busy," the till girl said down the line. "There's a man here saying he's come to check the alarm?"
The alarm system in the shop is pretty old, my branch is a long way down the list for a refit, and it needs regular servicing to keep it in check. I wasn't expecting anyone and the last thing I needed was to supervise an overweight, balding, leering work man on a Friday.
"Send him to the door, I'll sort it," I snapped, slamming the phone back down. I sighed and stood up, grabbing my bunch of keys from the desk. I unlocked the door of the cash office, stepped out and relocked the door, I had abandoned cashing up two tills to order stock and the money was all over the side.
I made my way through the stock room to the door that leads to the sales floor. I punched in the code and opened the door, plastering a fake work smile on my face. It was soon replaced with a real smile though when I saw who had come to check the alarm.
I've never seen the guy before but he was dressed in the uniform of the usual company. The navy blue cargo trousers were tight in all the right places and the blue t-shirt was stretched over his taut chest, his muscular arms barely contained by the short sleeves.
He ran his hand through his short brown hair while I assessed him. His brown eyes were looking at me and a polite smile crossed his lips. He was probably two or three days overdue a shave but it gave him a rugged look, perfectly matched with the toolbox in his hand.
"Hey, I'm here to check you out," his words broke me out of my appraisal of him but also made my eyes bulge.
"Sorry?" I questioned.
"The alarm, I'm here to check it," he clarified with a grin. He knew exactly what he had said and understood the connotation. My body reacted to his words and his face before I could stop it, my nipples hardening inside my thin, lace bra.