The Criminal's Girl

Chapter 15

The next afternoon, I was signing in at work and sliding my card through the cash register to complete a second purchase for a customer.

“Thank you for shopping here and have a lovely day,” I smiled and waved her off.

Slipping out from behind the desk, I swept through the store, fixing clothing racks, neatening garments on hangers and generally tidying the store to a reasonable condition. Going through the shoe shelves, I was caught off guard by someone’s arms sliding round my waist and a voice whispering in my ear, “Hey Baby.”

I grinned and turned immediately, recognizing the voice. “Hey, to you too,” I greeted Xavier.

“How are you?”

“I’m good, but you shouldn’t be here,” I scold softly.

“Is that how you treat the guy who just road 2 minutes to come and see you?”

“2 minutes, huh? Wow, well that is commitment,” I straightened his snap back and settled my hands on the sculpted arms.

“Exactly, I work for this and the least you could do is give me a proper welcome,” Xavier coaxed and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine.

“Uh-huh, well my boss is looking and actually, she doesn’t seem as pleased to see you as I am,” I giggle and mime an apology in her direction.

“Whatever, she can go_”

“Xavier! She’s actually a really nice woman and if you want to be welcomed properly, Sweetie, you’ll remember she pays my wages,” I smile superiorly at him and turn to take the out-dated shoes into the back room, Xavier following obediently behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice,” Xavier joked, pretending to be affronted.

I say, smiling, “You know I don’t mean it that way.”

“I’m here for underwear.”

“Say again?” I ask, one eyebrow hitched upwards in confusion.

“I need a set of underwear and your store is high-up in the clothing chain – can you help me out?” Xavier grinned.

“Well, Sir, if I can lead you this way,” I direct him by walking over to the lingerie section of the store. I collect three selections of underwear and walk back to him, hiding them behind my back. “I have three choices for you, the first,” I present him with a grey set of boxer shorts designed by Calvin Klein. The second I show him are a pair of black briefs with an elasticised waist. He reaches out for the Calvin Klein set but before he can retain hold of them, I utter, “Uh-uh.” I shake my head and teasingly say, “Sweetie, you’re forgetting one and I think these will really suit.”

“Suit who?” Xavier smirks.

I whip out a red lace thong, with black string and light flower embroidery along the edges. Xavier’s eyes widen before his lips curl upwards. “Your decision,” I coax and wrap the thong round his neck.