Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

“Not your favorite?” he asked.

“Umm no, I mean yeah, I’m mean…I’m sure they’re great.”

How was he able to do this to me? My knees were weak and I was seriously nervous. Not scared but more like…stage frig

ht. But I wasn’t performing. Was I?

I felt like one of those sexual slave women in the presence of the master. He was asking simple questions about condoms and all I could think of was him wearing one and pulling me onto him.

“So you’ve never used them?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. I was shocked. I wasn’t sure if I was being harassed or if I should be flattered.

Was he being an asshole or a tease? I settled on somewhere in between. The guy was a teasing asshole.

“Look,” I said, snapping out of my stupor. “You should buy whichever you think will be pleasing to your lady friend…and to you of course. Buy what you want.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled again. That warm, got-you-where-I-want-you grin.

“And if I don’t have a lady friend?” he asked.

I laughed and shook my head.

“You’re teasing me now. Do you have a frequent shopper card?” I asked.

He chuckled and slapped his card into my hand. “I was kidding with you,” he admitted. “Teasing I’ll save for another day.”

I felt myself blushing and covered my face with my hand. This guy was a sexual predator in the best sort of way. He was a turn on without trying too hard. I swiped his card and looked at the name that flashed on the screen.

“Mr. Cooper,” I said.

“Kevin,” he corrected me.

“Mr. Cooper, thanks for shopping at Savory Saves.”

“Do you guys have bag boys or something?” he asked.

I glanced over and saw his groceries piled up at the end of my station. I was doing such a bad job this day. If Pam were still around she would definitely have noticed by now. I’d be in for a serious talking to later on.

I pushed the button that lit up my station, a signal for any bag boys hanging around doing nothing, which was the case most of the time since they weren’t allowed to accept tips and knew they’d get an hourly wage whether they were proactive or not.

As we waited for a bag boy to show up, an awkward silence passed between us…until he broke it.

“So it’s been a long day?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m working a double. I usually work the graveyard,” I answered.

Far away from your shopping time, Mr. Cooper.

“Oh a double. That’s tough,” he said. “Your husband must be worried sick.”

I had to laugh at that one.

Nope, not worried at all.

He seemed amused by my outburst.

“No, husband. Had one and if he were still around I don’t think he’d be worried sick. He’d be busy minding someone else’s business. A much younger someone else.”