Page 36 of On the Double

“I know, but you might have met up later,” she shrugged. “That would have been so hot.”

“I highly doubt he wanted to take me home, even if his body said otherwise,” I said irritatedly.

The dream I’d had this morning put me in a foul mood. It started off so good and ended so…badly.

“Period?” she asked.

My gaze jerked in her direction as I grabbed my card and punched in. “What?”

“The rag. Your moon?”

“No! Why would you ask that?”

“Well, you were ready to go at it with Mr. Hottie last night and now you’re acting like you’d kill him if you saw him.”

Rolling my eyes, I yanked my pony-o off my wrist and wrapped it around the hair gathered in my other hand. “My bad mood is because of the insane dream I had this morning.”

She hissed in a breath. “Didn’t get off? I hate it when that happens.”

As we pushed back through the doors to the main part of the store, I lowered my voice and told her about the insanity of it all. “It started great,” I said quickly. “I was in the bar with Edu and we just started doing it on the pool table.”

She chuckled as she hurried along beside me. “Sounds promising.”

“It was amazing. And then this Highlander showed up and he literally squatted over my face.”

“Ew! Like he was taking a shit?”

“No,” I said in disgust, smacking her on the arm. “To lower his—” I stopped talking as we walked past an old lady. I was pretty sure she caught part of our conversation by the way she was glaring at me. As soon as we were past her, I finished. “Like he was lowering his cock to my mouth.”

Her face brightened in curiosity. “What did it look like up there?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t actually looking. It was dark.”

“But he was big?”

“Huge.”

“Hairy?”

I thought about it, shaking my head. “I guess. I didn’t really notice, but I doubt Highlanders did much manscaping.”

“I think that would be the first thing I noticed,” she grinned, taking her place behind her register.

I hurried over to mine and turned on my light. I was so not ready for this day to start. “It was a dream.”

I smiled at the woman who walked up with only a few items. Iquickly rang her up, then practically shooed her out of there so I could finish the story. I turned around just as she was getting someone in her lane.

“Was it good?” she asked.

I shot her a look, but she just shrugged.

“Of course it was,” I hissed. “Do you know many dreams where it’s bad?”

The man slowly turned and faced me, raising his eyebrows at me.

“A wax job,” I clarified. “I had an amazing dream about one last night.”

He nodded. “I uh…didn’t know women dreamed about that sort of thing.”

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