Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

I looked past him and saw Abraham watching us. How embarrassing.

“I’m just asking for your phone number. That’s all. I can use that phone number to maybe call you sometime. That’s all. Just a call.”

He was so sweet. And he was trying so hard. Why? I didn’t feel like playing games. I wanted to know what he was up to. He must’ve been able to hook up with any girl he wanted to. So why the hell was he flirting with me, a divorced cashier at Savory Save?

I leaned forward and grabbed his hand. “Mr. Cooper…”

“Kevin,” he reminded me.

“Mr. Cooper, I’m fine with honesty. What are you expecting out of this? Are you looking for a relationship or are you looking to fuck me?”

He stepped back, both eyebrows raised, surprised to hear the word shoot out of my mouth.

“Wow.”

That’s all he said. Wow. Not good.

“Where I’m at in my life, I have to be blunt,” I said.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his muscular forearms flexing and looking sublime. He bit his top lip and nodded.

“I see. Okay, fair enough. If we’re speaking honestly, then yes, I’d like to fuck you, Gina. I’d like to fuck you again and again. In many places and in many positions. And maybe even have a relationship with you if it turns out that’s what we both want. Now, if that is something you’re okay with, then give me your phone number please. If not, I’ll walk out of here and never ever bother you again.”

He wants to fuck me. Yes!

As the sudden excitement sent shocks through my body I realized that I hadn’t been afraid that he didn’t want a relationship, I’d been afraid that I don’t want one.

Even with a stud like this.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do the whole relationship thing all over again. But having sex I was sure about. I wanted to fuck this guy.

He watched me with squinted eyes, obviously waiting for my answer. I reached up to my terminal keyboard and grabbed a pen.

“Buy this gum,” I said as I reached out, took a pack from the shelf, and rang it up.

As he fished out some money, I jotted my phone number down on the gum package. He took it and left.

“I’ll call you,” he said.

“You better,” I replied.

He didn’t call.

Chapter 3

I went home that morning, kissed my son who was still asleep in his bed, and then lay down next to the phone, expecting to be awoken by its ringing.

I wasn’t.

I slept peacefully and woke to the sound of Jonathan crying because he didn’t want to get into the shower and my mother yelling at him that she wasn’t going to have any dirty little monkeys running around her house.

Jonathan had a fascination with monkeys. Monkeys, poop, and boogers were three things that were sure to make him laugh. And laugh he did all the way into the shower.

But no phone call.

That night I wasn’t in the best of moods. Pam circled my register like a shark, with that look on her face that said she was just waiting to pounce and ask me to work a double. And I’d accept the shift because I was a coward and because Jonathan really needed a new pair of shoes. The kid deserved the world and I wanted to at least buy him a nice pair of shoes.

It was one of those nights. Nobody had cash which meant everyone needed to run a credit card through and each time they did the cash register spit out an insane amount of receipts. First came the list of items purchased, then the list of points they’d accumulated on their frequent shopper account, then came the receipt that told whether or not the person was the winner of a month’s worth of free food, and finally came the one that required a signature.