Hot Target Guy 750 Words

This was written for the 750 Word Project 2025. Below this line is a story in 750 words.

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I was only there to get a snack. I don't know why my eyes followed you out the aisle but you were the right kind of height, maybe 6 feet, with a point guard form.

When you looked up, there was no hiding that face of yours. Such magnetic eyes and a chiseled face of perfection. From your high cheekbones to your full lips, even down to your chin, everything so defined. I have a feeling when you take that hoodie off, you'd have a mop of brown hair, just adding to the gorgeous overload.

All those women in Drive Up, waiting for your loads, oblivious to the yummiest snack right in the Target aisle. Next time, I need a taste.

And so I posted on Missed Connections, since it was going extinct. The guy was a college kid, at most a sophomore. And this 32-year old high school teacher FINALLY understood the fuss about younger men.

Three days passed and I checked for who'd respond to my crazed thoughts. Most were delete-worthy until I saw an email from RyanSorenson05.

Take down this post. You've upended my life

My response? A Google search on him. It fed me so much content. TikToks tracking him down, #HotTargetGuy IG reels of him smiling, even a rakish interview with the local news.

No longer a split second memory, he was now a fully formed fantasy. Every night I typed his name and just drenched myself. I did take down the post as requested.

Eventually the viral du jour title went to some #HOTCOP. Soon the Ryan content slowed and I found myself in the aisles of Target, Ryan still scanning away.

"Ryan..."

"Look, I'm on the clock and I can't be taking selfies."

"I'm so sorry for upending your life. Let me make it up to you."

He turned around, a confused look on his face. Then he smiled.

"You..... your eyes that day...... they went sooo wide....." He chuckled.

"I'm off in an hour. What's your number?"

That's it? He wasn't angry?

As I waited at the self-checkout, a text came.

Address?

Then the demand.

Make me dinner and do my laundry for a start. Then you'll get a little taste of what I had to deal with.

I thought,

Laila, NO take backs.

I served him like a maid. He had lots of clothes to wash and I was wrong about him being a basketball player. All soccer.

He ate my Costco lasagna and scrolled through his phone, just like my students.

When I left to check on the washer, he disappeared.

I heard noises from the bedroom and there he was on the bed.

Is this guy gonna take a nap?

Deep down I knew he wasn't going to slack that way.

He looked up with the bluest eyes. Eyes designed to melt women. "You don't know how crazy it got. First it was the giggling girls, then came the daughters and moms.... The horny MILFs..... The good, the bad, and mostly ugly. I just reread that shit on my phone."

Suddenly his eyes had an edge and he got behind me. I froze.

"The older women were the dirtiest. One stuck money and her number in my pockets like I was some stripper." Ryan stuck his hands in my legging pockets and started massaging me.

"Oh my god..." My words were NOT of shock or disgust.

Then he whispered, "They'd come up behind me, say you're such a snack, just let me have a bite." He bit my neck and I gasped.

No surprise he pushed me onto the bed and yanked my leggings off. With my face buried in the bed spread, I moaned, "I'm sorry", but I wasn't.

When he slammed into me, he packed me full.

"The double entendres.... You can shoot through my.... hoop........... I'll let you......... hit my target...." He slammed hard and grabbed my cheeks harder.

When he came, he smothered the breath out of me. My neck craned more than ever when he shoved off of me.

"Through all of this I did get some local modeling gigs. Target's gonna plaster my face on the men's displays and also on the website, so at least a semester will be paid off."

Then the door shut and the washer sounded off.

My phone pinged. "I'll pick up the laundry tomorrow. Give you a two for one deal, if you know what I mean."

It was so transactional but I was fine. So fine.