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“Shit! I mean…” I said as I kneeled down to pick them up, “Darn? Damn? Crap, how embarrassing.”

“Shit is just fine. I’ve heard worse,” he said and laughed as he walked away.

Great, what a day. I see the most gorgeous guy in the world and then promptly make an ass of myself. What’s next?

Picking up the dress pants and the hangers I figured it would be easier to re-hang them in alterations where I had a large table and could work more comfortably. I looked around for Mr. Sexy as I carried the pants back but no luck, he was gone.

Dropping the pants on the counter, I heard someone in the fitting rooms. Please let that be Mr. Sexy! I came around from the counter and almost slammed into Dianna as she stepped out.

“Oh it’s you,” I said disappointed.

“Good to see you too,” she snarked. “Expecting someone else?”

“I was hoping you were this guy I just saw.”

“Oh great, I didn’t think you’d be another Sara.”

“No, it’s not like that. This guy…I don’t know, there was just something about him.”

“Where was he?”

“In suits. Checking out the ones that just came in.”

“Then give up on him now, he’s gay,” she deadpanned. “No one ever looks at the new arrivals and most guys don’t care.”

“Definitely not gay,” I mumbled as I shook my head.

“Well, lots of guys come in and out of here. Obviously, its the men’s department. Maybe he’ll be back.”

“I hope so.”





Chapter Four

Will



The bright store lights of Hargrove’s seemed more annoying than usual. I didn’t even know why I was there other than needing a change of scenery and knowing the store, with all its people was the safest place to go. Still, all those people annoyed me and made me wish I stayed home.

That was until I saw her. With a frustrated look on her face, she straightened up the men’s fitting room. As she gathered a stack of dress pants to hang, I moved further into the suit department not ready to let her out of my sight.

I wondered if she’d be as easy as the others. While I regularly satisfied whatever physical needs I had with the many willing women available to me, this one was different. Most of those eager women were very proud of the work they had done on their bodies, but it left me cold.

A woman should be soft and curvy. The one I watched in the store had a round plump ass and enticingly large breasts that jiggled as she walked. They threatened to spill out of that low cut blouse she wore and that was something I didn’t want to miss. She was quite the delicious package and with her short height, I couldn’t help but think of her as ‘fun sized’ like the candy people gave away on Halloween.

Turning to look at the suits so I wouldn’t look like the deviant I really was, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I looked back at her and our eyes met. This is going to be easier than I thought. Now to find out her name, I thought as I smiled and made my way over to her.

***

As I marched towards the exit, where my black limo waited at the curb, the crowd parted before me as it always did. Stepping out of the department store’s large glass doors, my driver opened the car’s back door and waited as I slipped inside.

“Home, sir?” He asked with a slight nod of his bald head.

“You need to ask?” I growled at him.

Stewart had been a driver for my family since I was a child. His appearance was average in every sense of the word and it gave him the uncanny ability to blend into any crowd. There were many little things that made me suspect he did more for my father years ago than just drive. Stewart started working directly for me fifteen years ago when I took over running the family business.

Stewart and I had a long, complicated history. While we were as close as brothers, there was much about him I didn’t know. To call him mysterious was an understatement. Yet I trusted him with my life.

As he merged the long black vehicle into traffic, the screen between us lowered. Stewart’s brown eyes looked at me through his rear view mirror.

“Meet anyone interesting?” He asked.

“Were you spying on me again?”

“You don’t usually take so long.”

I noticed he didn’t answer my question but I let it slide. Having known him most of my life, I knew I’d never get an answer.

“I’m a busy man. I shouldn’t be wasting time in a department store,” I said.

I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts of her. Deborah, as her name tag so nicely revealed.

Pressing the button, I watched the screen rise between us then took a glance outside to see how far from home we were. Through the tinted glass the city faded into the distance giving me about thirty minutes alone with my memories.