“It’s okay, Clint. You can stay as late as you want. I won’t tell anyone you hang out at Grady’s Groceries in your spare time.”
He chuckled. “Bless your heart.”
“It needs some blessing. It’s been having some inappropriate feelings lately.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Care to share with a curious ear?”
“That depends. What are you willing to do for them?”
“Oh, I like a good barter.”
“You curious enough to do my homework for me?”
He smiled. “Not on your life. But, I can hold you close while you do your homework after your shift.”
“And let your wandering hands distract me? Hardly. I’d end up flunking all my classes.”
He shrugged. “I don’t do my homework and I don’t flunk classes.”
“Because the teachers don’t wanna hold you back and deal with you another year.”
“Potato, po-tah-toe.”
I snickered. “To answer your question, no. I don’t have much homework to do after my shift. I usually get it done during my breaks on nights like this. Why?”
“Well, I was hoping I could sweep you away and steal some alone time with you. You know, if your attention doesn’t have to be elsewhere.”
“Oh, alone time. That sounds nice.”
“I could make it real romantic for you. A shoulder massage. With some nice lotion.”
“Can you make that a foot massage? My heels are killing me.”
“Rae, I can make it a full body massage, if you want.”
He winked at me and my stomach flipped over with desire. My heart skyrocketed to a rate that threatened to burst the blood vessels in my head. I licked my lips, watching his eyes rake over me before a soft chuckle fell from his lips. And while I still had a bit of history reading to do, I could also do with some one-on-one time with Clint.
Especially after this shift.
“Hey, Rae!”
I looked up. “Yes, Bryan?”
“Got a family emergency, I need to leave. Can you lock up the store? I sent Dani home to get some rest. She couldn't get back up on her feet after the incident in aisle four.”
Clint quirked an eyebrow. “Incident?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. I can do that.”
“Good. I’ll count the registers when I come in. Just wipe down your area, sweep up a bit, and make sure all returned groceries are back on the shelves.”
“I hope everything’s okay!”
“Me, too!”
I watched my manager zoom out of the grocery store, leaving me and Clint completely alone. I looked over at the clock, then groaned when I saw I still had forty-five minutes.
“So, what’s the plan, Stan?”