Then the door chimes, indicating a customer has just entered, and he pulls away, adjusting himself in his pants.
Ugh. Sexy.
And I don’t know what to do now with this impossibly gorgeous guy who’s just kissed me senseless against copies of Winnie the Pooh and The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
“Gotta go,” he says, straightening his tie, and another hot bolt of desire rushes through me. “I’m already late for work. Wanna go out for a drink sometime?”
“Sure.”
And of course he then rushes out without another word, without asking for my phone number or even my last name, leaving me to deal with the fact Joel Kingsley kissed me and wants to go out with me.
***
“Forget about Jethro,” I tell Donna.
“J-Two? Why?”
“Just because.”
Joel is here, and even if it’s half my dream coming true, I should grab it with both hands, right? How can I hope for more?
Girl can’t have everything, right? That would be too much to ask. When life hands you one sex god you’ve been lusting over for years, you don’t ask, and where is the other one I wanted? You take the sex god and count your blessings.
Besides, it may even not come to that. To sex, I mean. Maybe he will change his mind. And what if I’m not really into two guys banging me? Maybe I’m over that. Maybe letting Joel fuck me will cure me of my obsession.
Maybe Brylee was right, and I’m too greedy. Maybe I’ll change my mind about wanting two guys.
Oh come on, who am I kidding? I’m not going to change my mind. What am I, crazy?
Wait, don’t answer that.
After the customers leave and the shop grows quiet again, I go and lean in the office door. “Anything new?”
“In the resume world?” Donna asks.
“Yeah. I need the distraction.” I step around her tiny, cluttered desk and look over her shoulder. “Go on. Floor me.”
“Did Joel kiss you?”
“None of your business.”
“I saw you.” She waggles her brows at me. I back away. This woman is scary. “Anyway. Back to more boring stuff. This one came in today.” She taps at the screen. “It’s kinda cute, actually.”
“Go on.”
“It says, ‘Books and I get along fine. I can organize, clean, feed them and put them in order. They are like drinks: you only mix them up when the customer asks and you only sell good quality.’
I smile. “I kinda like this.”
“Qualifications are all over the place. Mostly some work experience in various things, like construction and bartending and working as a cashier in retail stores. But I like this one, too.”
“Interview?”
“There’s a phone number listed. I’ll call.”
“You do that.”
“And what will you do?”