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Fear the Boss(3)

By:Sam Crescent


“Can I help you?” she asked.

He kept staring at her. Keeping her gaze on his, she waited for him to start speaking. Holding the can of polish in one hand and a cloth in the other, she didn’t have any other option other than to stare back at him. Still, he didn’t say anything.

Frowning, she wondered what the hell to do.

“Can I help you?” She repeated the question in case he didn’t hear her the first time.

“Yes, you can. I’m looking for a piece of jewelry for a woman.”

“Okay.” She stepped around him, placing the cleaning products on the nearest counter. Rubbing her hands down her uniform she turned back toward him, plastering a smile on her face. “The lady you’re buying for, is she a fiancée, sister, daughter?”

“None of the above.”

“Erm, what are you hoping to get from the piece?” she asked. It was easier to know the intention of the gift so she could help him pick.

“I want a parting gift that’s expensive enough that she won’t cause me problems.”

Wow, okay, she’d never heard anything like this.

“We’ve got necklaces, earrings, bracelets.” She stepped forward toward the window. Putting on her professional face, she pointed out different designs. He kept nodded at her talk and stood far too close to her.

More often than not she bumped into him and had to apologize. The couple who were inside had long gone. Lydia kept glancing her way. They were getting close to packing away for the night. The night shift was always the hardest. There was a higher chance of being robbed at night than during the day. Donna always carried her pepper spray just in case someone decided to attack her.#p#分页标题#e#

“Can I see that one in the back?” he asked.

“Sure.” Moving away from him, she went to Lydia for an excuse to be away from his closeness.

“What are you doing?” Lydia asked.

“Can I have your keys? I don’t want to be too close to him.” He unnerved her with his lack of talking and closeness.

“You’ve got a set attached to your hip.”

“I know, but I needed to come away.”

“Do you want me to finish serving him?” Lydia asked.

Donna nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t mind.”

Lydia went to the man while Donna finished signing up the till. She went through the charts, and seconds later Lydia walked back. “You’ve got to go and serve him. He doesn’t want any other woman but you to serve him. Unless you don’t want the sale then you’re out of luck.”

Gritting her teeth, she walked back toward him. She grabbed the keys from her hip and opened up the door. Retrieving the case with the gold bracelet on, she showed it to him.

“Do you have a problem with me?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then why did you send her over?”

“Lydia is better when it comes to the discussion of the pieces. I’m not particularly good.” She didn’t look into his eyes. “This is a really good piece. Delicate but intricate.” She placed the case on the far counter and offered him up the jewelry.

He glanced over it. His large hands turned the item this way and that. She noticed his knuckles looked a little bruised.

With the business suit she didn’t imagine him having anything wrong or out of place. The bruised knuckles were out of place.

“Yes, I like this one. I’ll take it.”

Taking the piece from his hands she touched his skin and glanced up. His gaze was on hers. He seemed to see more than what was there.

“Do you have a boyfriend or husband?” he asked.

“That’s none of your business.” Putting the case away, she stepped away from him, shocked by his penetrating gaze. She wasn’t a beauty, not by a long stretch. When men came into the shop they were all over Lydia, not her.

Moving behind the desk, she glanced back at him. “Do you want it gift wrapped?” she asked.

“Yes.” He placed his hand on the counter, and she couldn’t help but look at his hands. The bruises looked painful.

“Do you want to go out with me?” he asked.

Jerking her gaze back up to his, she saw he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“What?”

“No, I don’t want to go out with you.”

She finished packing up his bracelet and ran the amount into the till. He shocked her by paying with cash. The man counted every single note onto the counter.

Watching the money pile up, she took it from the shelf and placed it in the till, handing him a receipt.

“Do you work here often?” he asked.