For What Its Worth...Lust

Persephone

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The last few days have been relatively calm. Not that I usually have a hectic life but since "Rocky" or whatever his real name is was bleeding all over the floor and I bandaged him up everything just felt too calm around here. I honestly think I dreamed the whole thing, but I also don't think my subconscious would name the hot bleeding man, Rocky. Plus I feel like there would be a lot less clothing involved. I shake the thought from my head. If I never see that man again it will be too soon. I walk around the store preparing to open. Celine comes back in a couple weeks and I'm hoping everything goes smoothly till then. She's better at dealing with customers and well people in general. Thankfully not many people have come in today. Maybe I can find time to catch up on my own reading.

The bell on the door dings and I turn my head to see who is entering.

And you have to be kidding me. What is he doing back here? I never did figure out why he was here the first time. I got distracted by all the blood and abs in my face. I swear one day a nice body is going to be the end of me and not in a good way. What if he came back to cut off loose ends? Nah he wouldn't do that in broad daylight in a store with bystanders. He is not that stupid, or at least I hope he's not. I quickly attempt to duck into the back room but I'm too late.

"Sweetheart, where do you think you're going?"

I stop and my tracks and look around.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for whoever you are talking to because it's definitely not me. For one I have a name and sweetheart isn't it."

"Well I never really got your name. You were busy being bossy, I couldn't even get a word in."

"Oh were all those one word sentences and grumbling you trying to talk. My bad I was taught to speak like a normal person."

"I don't even know why I thought I could come in here and have a civilized conversation with you." Rocky walks away without saying another word.

Rude what's his problem. You know what, I refuse to let that man ruin my day. I finish making my round and head back to the register to grab a cookie from the café to hold me over till lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rocky browsing the aisles. He pulls a book out the shelf and flips through the pages. Is he seriously browsing for romance books? I watch him repeat this action a few more times, except he starts placing the book in the wrong places. Celine would lose it if she sees her books out of order. She takes her shelf organizing more seriously than anyone I've seen.

Okay I have had enough of this. I walk straight up to him and poke him in the shoulder. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't know who you think you are but clearly you don't even have basic etiquette. Were you raised by pigs because mommy and daddy didn't love you."

His lip raises almost like I hit a nerve. Good "Hit it right on the head. Except I was raised by wolves. Cleaner, cunning, and not to mention strong."

Is he serious right now? "Can't be that strong with the way you were limping around the other night. Unless strength means something else now seeing how you almost bleed out all over my floors. Clearly lost that fight huh."

Rocky smirks like he has an upper hand in this game we are playing. "Pretty sure you enj0yed the free view, not to mention the feel you got from it. So was it really a loss?" Touché. Point Rocky.

"Wasn't really much of a view. Maybe you should try a gym. And don't kid yourself. The only person that was getting a view was you. While I was cleaning your wounds. I'm not blind you know and staring is considered rude but like you said raised by wolves. In any case I suggest you see yourself out again." But in the end I always win. I walk away and just because I know he's watching me I put a sway in my hips.

After my victory, I rode my high all the way till closing. I straighten up by making sure all the books are organized and the shelfs are dust free. As I turn into the dark romance section I bump into the display, making a book fall on the floor. When I lean down to pick the book up something silver and shiny catches my eye. I reach for it and pick up a flash drive.

Hmm I wonder who dropped it. I stick it in my pocket, better hold on to it until someone comes to claim it. As I settle back at the register, I see Rocky just as he storms out.