Taya's POV
I do it for the thrill of the rush,
I love you just a little too much.
I hear blasting the second I wake up.
Crap, I look at my phone to see that it's on 7% battery. "I gotta stop doing that", I say to myself groggily, as I sit up in my bed.
I get ready for work and make sure to grab my charger. Walking down the stairs of my aunt's - wait, now my - house.
You see, I decided to take a gap year before going to college but I would die if I spent another year with my witch of a mother. Que rich aunt offering a new home for the year and tada, I'm here now. Though the offer came with lots of conditions.
I see Richard, my aunts fiance, cooking eggs.
"Would you like some", Richard offers.
"Nah, I gotta get going, can't be late for my shift at the bookstore", I answer politely although in my head I'm saying something more along the lines of 'I'm a freaking vegan you silly man'.
I found a quiet little book store that was hiring and I applied. The owner, Jessica- bless her old heart, offered me the job instantly.
I grabbed my car keys and took off to the bookstore.
Baby I'm a sociopath
Sweet serial killer
I'm on a war path
Cause I love you just a little too much
I love you just a little too much, much.
Sweet serial killer
Do it for the thrill of the rush
Love you just a little too much
I sang along with Spotify Lana as I pulled into the back parking lot.
I glanced at my phone realizing that I was a few minutes early, I sat in my car and finished the song.
Finally, I walked in only to be greeted by Sweet Old Jessica.
"Hey honey, you're a bit early. Would you mind helping me out with a few things that aren't in your job description?", She questioned wiggling her eyebrows.
"Yeah, no prob Bob. What do you need done?", I eagerly responded.
"Nothing huge hun, just help me decide what to wear on my date with Harold this evening", said that adorable old hussie. She was holding two dresses. One short black number and another green and brown one that looked like church material.
"Wait! Harold Harold? Like meat guy Harold? I thought you were dating Alfred, from the thread shop", I asked.
"I am!", She giggled
I gasped, "that's not right, you can't cheat"
"Oh! You tart. I'm an old woman who has needs-"
"Ew ew ew! No more info please but go with the black dress", I replied.
She laughed and put the dresses away. I got behind the counter and took out my current book of choice, Twist Me by Anna Zaires.
I started reading this twisted romance and became totally enveloped into the world of Julian and Nora. I love romance books and am a die hard hopeless romantic. I became so invested into the story I didn't even notice when someone approached the counter.
"Babydoll, please close your mouth. You have no idea how you look right now", the man in front of me said.
I snapped my mouth closed, suddenly embarrassed. He probably thought I looked ridiculous. Geez, I didn't even hear him enter. This man was gorgeous. Right out of a movie. I studied his face, he had longish, professionally styled black hair. His eyes were a deep blue almost appearing to be black. He was wearing a suit but it was obvious that he had some muscles hiding underneath all of that fabric. He was tall too. Maybe 6'1, 6'2? He appeared to be a bit older as well. Maybe mid to late twenties? I don't know. All I knew was that he was making my palms sweat.
"Hello sir, welcome to Dreaming Book Store. Is there something you might need", I almost gasped. Damn, he was so sexy.
"You", he answered softly. He was staring at me in a weird way.
"What?", I exclaimed, did he just say you? I asked myself.
"Nothing, could you just ring up these books, I've been here far too long", he replied shortly.
"Yes sir", I rang up the books a little confused at his sudden change in attitude. "That'll be 34.62", I told him.
He pulled out his card, swiped it and paid for his things, while I placed his books in a bag along with the receipt.
"Thank you Taya, and please call me Mr. Cave", Mr. Cave said.
"No prob Bob. Or er, I mean Mr. Cave", I stated embarrassed.
He smiled down at me then left the store with his things.
That smile. Ugh! He was such a heartthrob.
I thought more about the dreamy Mr. Cave for the rest of the day.
"Wait, how in the hell did he know my name", I questioned aloud to myself, "Crap".
YOU ARE READING
The Mating Rights
Werewolf"I'm not going to apologize for you being my mate because I would rather have no one else but I do wish you didn't have to deal with the hardships", I tell her, sincerely sorry for the stress she now has because of me. She puts her head down agai...
