Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

All Wrapped Up

"...so hot..." Michelle's voice droned on in the background sounding more and more like Charlie Brown's teacher by the second. I tried to listen, but after ten solid minutes of her gushing all about the "hottie" she was "so going to bag" that had come by the booth earlier, I just couldn't take it anymore.

I let her continue to babble as I focused on the box in front of me. I pulled the appropriate amount of paper from the large roll in front of me and tore it off. I wondered, not for the first time, how I'd let Michelle tell me in to taking a job working in the mall holiday gift wrapping center. Oh yeah, that's right money. I was in my last year of undergrad and wanted to travel during the summer after graduation before deciding if I wanted to pursue my master's or go ahead and join the 'real world'. To do that I needed cash.

I finished tying a ribbon around the package and took it and the order slip and placed them on the shelf of finished orders waiting to be picked up. I turned to stand at the counter only to almost bump into an irritated looking Mich.

"Roseanne are you even listening?"

Oops, guess I'm busted.

"Sorry Mich. I guess I was just concentrating on getting that last one wrapped. Forgive me?" I hoped I sounded more genuine than I felt.

"Yeah, ok whatever. So just make sure you try to stall her if she comes back while I'm on my break. If you can't then make sure she gets her copy of the order slip." She gave me a penetrating stare as if this was as important as national security.

"Umm...how am I supposed to know it's her?"

She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head like she was trying to teach a four-year-old algebra or something. Then she pointed out which pile of gifts belonged to her and left to go enjoy her half hour lunch break. I looked around the small enclosed temporary kiosk. It was basically a rectangle with one long side only enclosed on the bottom leaving us a counter about waist high to greet customers and hold our cash register. We had one table that held things waiting to be wrapped or boxed and wrapped depending on the customers need. Then there was our boxing and wrapping station, and finally the two-tier shelf that held the finished products. There were also two barstools set up at the counter for times like now when there was nothing to do but wait for customers.

I took advantage of this rare slow moment and people watched. It was a Wednesday evening and Christmas was the following Friday, so there were a lot of women out tonight. Some had glazed eyed children and husbands with them, but a lot were alone. I'm guessing the smart husbands got out of it by staying home with the kids. Or maybe it was the smart wives who left them there. I watched one woman walk by and wondered briefly if Santa really did exist and this little elf was her personal shopper. She was a tiny little thing carrying what appeared to be the equivalent of the entire contents of one store. Seriously, she had to be carting around at least twenty bags. I was amazed and couldn't help but stare at the little pixie. She walked by quickly and I couldn't believe she was not only practically sprinting through the mall carrying her body weight in bags, but she was doing it in what must have been at least four-inch heels. I didn't know whether to be in awe of her or scared for her sanity. She flitted into the Coach store, and I gave myself five points for guessing her next destination correctly.

I continued my perusal of the hustling, bustling crowds until my eyes fell on her. I almost choked on the gum I was chewing. she was the most magnificent man I'd ever seen. she was tall at least six two. her dark blond somewhat curly hair was just brushing her ears and was longer and a little less tame than I'd expect on a man wearing a very expensive looking black suit. It was obviously tailored to make the most of her well-muscled but not bulky frame. she walked with purpose and seemed to command attention. I felt my cheeks redden and quickly looked away when her gaze caught mine. I'd been caught staring. she headed in my direction. I tried to compose myself. Was she going to call me out on my staring? What would I say if she did? I mean I can't believe a man that looks like that hasn't been checked out a time or two. Could she really be that upset about it?