And So It Begins…
With my best smile plastered on my face I greet them the way Garrett taught me, and yes, it included a lesson in how to say the words with a Scottish inflection. He's nothing if not thorough.
He's also the biggest, gayest, Scottish dude I've ever met. Actually, he's the only Scottish dude I've ever met. And he's really damn funny.
"Guid eenin! Braw Baffies delivery."
"Right." The woman looks me up and down and licks her lips in a way that I think is meant to be seductive. It isn't. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a groan and the effort to keep from rolling my eyes is almost painful. "How much is it again?"
She bats her lashes and runs a finger down my arm. The war to control my body's impulse to shudder in revulsion is just barely won.
Better?