BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
So close. So close. I swear to God, I was SO FUCKING CLOSE to just grabbing this new customer by the collar and forcing him under the counter, where I could finally have my way with him. Whoa... where did that come from? I chuckled internally. Heh. Looks like li'l ole Bella's grown up. Oh snap. He didn't. No, he couldn't have. HOLY SHIT! HE TOTALLY DID! Sexy customer was currently bent over, ass in plain view, reaching for his wallet which had fell on the floor. Brings a new meaning to lucky penny, I smirked.
Wow. He was loaded. Three hundreds, two fifties and a small fortune of twenties, just laying around in his wallet? It couldn't be possible. This dude was clearly a college student, and he had over five hundred dollars just nonchalantly residing in his pocket. Was he a drug dealer? A gigolo? Well, he certainly looks the part, I thought, gazing longingly at the man's perfectly toned rear.
I inhaled deeply, trying to quickly clear my mind in time to help him check out his final purchases without the nuisance of my nervous psychobabble. What was taking him so long? It shouldn't take so long to pick up a wallet... not that I'm complaining... I glanced once more at his perfect buttocks when, to my horror, he decided to get back into standing position. I could already feel my cheeks burning. God, Bella. Way to be subtle.
He made his way over to the counter and grinned, noticing the panic in my eyes and the blood rushing to my face. I hung my head in embarrassment and shame. He totally saw me. Shit.
"Excuse me?" He asked, still smiling cheekily. I pretended to be utterly engrossed in the brief description of a rental that had just been returned, simultaneously giving him a once-over out of the corner of my eye. SWEET JESUS! This man was fucking hot. I mean, I had seen him walking into the store, and then just now, bending over so temptingly. But seeing him here, up close? Fucking Christ, man. Stay strong, Bella. Maintain composition, even if only a smidgen.
His hair hadn't been cut in a while, it was obvious, but it didn't need to be cut, either. It fell, straight, to about the nape of his neck, an odd bronzish auburn color, and it was everywhere. I bit the inside of my cheek hard to keep from smiling widely. Sex hair. Now it was my turn to grin.
He had incredibly vivid green eyes, like shining emeralds. Still watching (or spying, whichever you prefer) him sneakily out of the corner of my eye, I saw the deep brown of his crazy long, thick, eyelashes. Wonder what else is long and thick?
I looked down, seeing his incredibly built body. He wasn't Schwarzenegger-like, but you could definitely make out some pectorals and a sixpack through the thin cotton of his Chili Peppers t-shirt. His long, tall physique was perfect. HE was perfect.
He cleared his throat, and I could see out of my peripheral that he was still grinning, albeit warily, looking straight at me. Wait, what? I straightened my posture rigidly and inhaled sharply before tearing my eyes painfully away from the safeness of my cover, my alibi.
"Intriguing plot summary?" he asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously, looking down at the DVD case. I all but jumped, mortified, looking down to see that I was holding not only a pornographic film, but a pornographic film with one of the worst names I had ever heard. Titty Titty Bang Bang. Oh, crap. Well, I guess it's time to save some face.
"Yes, actually. One of my favorites," I declared with a very fake confidence, desperately searching the back cover for some hint as to what the 'plot' was about. Big tits? Well, now I felt stupid. Of course Titty Titty Bang Bang was about big tits. Duh.
"Well, then," he replied, giving me the same once-over I had just secretly given him, now smiling magnificently, showcasing his perfect pearly whites. "I can honestly say how surprised I am."
This, to put it bluntly, pissed me off. Who the fuck was he to judge? It's not like I was a virgin. It was completely out of line for him to make assumptions about me, a girl he hadn't even exchanged names with.
I growled internally, while giggling idiotically on the outside, donning my artificial courage a second time. "Well, I guess that's just the presence I give off. But nowadays, who isn't a closet freak? Anyways, I can assure you that this film is not only wonderful, but also highly stimulating." I smiled maliciously back at him, reaching for the ChapStick in my back pocket and smoothing some on. He did a double-take, looking from my face to the DVD in my hands to my chest, and repeating this process a few times.
"Thought so," I said, winking and laughing in what I hoped and prayed was a seductive manner. "Now, then. How can I help you?"
thanks for reading, lovelies! this is my first fanfiction ever, and just the fact that you're reading this makes me ecstatic.
but you know what would make me even more ecstatic? like, happy towards the point of delirium? a comment. yeah, you saw that coming, didn't you?
love catie (: