Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

TWO

My next day at work is quiet, but it's a Monday so I don't expect any less. I spend the morning at the cash register, trying my best to not forget how to count the change. I've heard the rumors of pregnancy brain but I've managed to spend the first few months without having moments. I can kiss that goodbye now.

As I hang up the newest band hoodies my co-worker elbows me in the arm, "Fuck, he's delish," she whispers.

I don't bother turning around, she finds scene guys hot in a way I never will.

"You know what would be really delish? If you helped me hang these up," I retort.

She snorts, "Yeah, right. I leave in fifteen minutes and I plan on spending those precious minutes staring at Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome."

I roll my eyes, "Stop drooling over him-"
"Oh my god, he's totally checking you out!" She whisper-yells.

As if. Nobody is eyeing my pregnant ass, not with the weight I've gained lately.

"He's coming over here. Bend over and show him your ass! It's like a Georgia peach back there." She squeaks out with her sweet Southern accent.

I blanch a bit at her mention of my ass. It's weird having someone other than Chris compliment my backside.

I hear the sound of shoes against the flooring and sense the large presence of someone behind me. I figure Analise is in a far better place to deal with him than I am, so I just keep organizing the merch.

"Are you looking for anything in particular today? Need help finding anything?" Analise coos.

"Actually I think I've found it."

I stand there, motionless and speechless at the sound of his voice. How the fuck did he find me? It's like he's stalking me or something. Why can't I escape him?

"You look a little frozen there," he jokes.

I slowly turn around, cringing at the fact that I have nowhere to go. Not with Analise standing there expectantly as though she's matchmaker of the year and my ex-boyfriend behind me.

I turn to face him, slapping on a wide smile and retort, "Well, if you like Frozen we have plenty of new Disney merch over there in the corner.

Analise slips away, throwing me two thumbs up and a shit-eating grin on her face. Fuck, please don't leave me alone with him. He's just as hot and delectable as he was the last time I saw him, even dressed down in a plain black tee and thigh hugging jeans. The sleeves of his shirt hug his muscular upper arms, the same ones that used to hold me down and tie me up.

"Well, Ms. Adair, I see you still have that smart mouth of yours." He steps closer, trapping me between his body and the display. Leaning down just enough to whisper in my ear, "Next time it goes off, I'll have you over my lap faster than you can say fuck."

His eyes sharpen on my own wide ones and I swallow, trying to find my thoughts and the ability to function again. "You'd love that. Too bad there won't be a next time, get out."

"No," he replies coldly.

He takes a hold of my upper arm and guides me to the back of the store.
"What are you doing Chris? I'm working."

"We need to talk," he declares, shooting me a look that says it's non-negotiable.

"I don't want to talk to you. Besides, what makes you think I want to hear anything you have to say after that shit excuse for a phone call?" I snap.

He rolls his eyes and pulls me inside a dressing room, latching the door behind himself.

"It's time to let the adult speak now, Mina," he declares.