Taylor's P. O. V
Taylor's car above⬆️
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Today was my first day on my new job, and I had some serious jitters. I drove down Main Street looking for the small book shop called Blue Herring. Finally finding it I pulled up in front. A small bell went off as I entered the shop, and I breathed in my favourite smell. Musty books. My gaze wandered to the counter and behind it stood the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a blue button up shirt pulled taunt over his bulging muscles. He had a chiseled jaw , sparkling blue eyes and his brown hair was effortlessly put in a wind blown style. He smirked when he saw me standing there dumbfounded. He chuckled " close your mouth " he murmured his
Voice was deep and husky. It sent shivers down my spine " you might catch flies". Immediately I snapped my mouth shut and he chuckled. " I'm Taylor " I said cringing at how lame that sounded. The man behind the counter rolled his eyes at me. " I know" he said I hired you" I huffed frustrated at him. " and you are ?" I questioned. " Blue Herring " he said " owner of this fine establishment, but you can call me Blue" he murmured before closing the distance between us and shaking my hand.
