Page 21 of Right Number, Wrong Man
I imagine doing her from behind on the counter. Taking her face down on the floor. Sitting her down on one of the round tables by the concession stand and devouring her pussy. Fucking her against the popcorn machine with my hand around her throat.
Tonight’s teaching me a whole new understanding of the term NSFW. Since I’m the boss around here, I gotta schedule an HR meeting with myself and give my dick a serious talking-to about work-appropriate behavior.
But the first punishment for my dirty mind is hours spent leaning suspiciously against the cash register, trying to hide a massive erection.
The second punishment is Hailey’s grim expression asshe hands out popcorn, sodas, and cheesy nachos. She’s sniffling and her eyes are a little red. At first, I thought it was summer allergies, but I know she doesn’t have any.
She cried andIam the reason. My response to her texts upset her, but no matter how much I want to apologize, I can’t.
At least work keeps us busy until the last guest leaves and the projectionist and the part-timers clock out. Then the moment I’ve dreaded has arrived:
I’m alone with Hailey.
The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife while I pretend to count money from the register. Secretly, I’m watching her mop the lobby like the vinyl floor is her mortal nemesis. It looks less like cleaning, more like stabbing.
She hasn’t smiled once tonight, either.
Before the 10 p.m. screening, she spent a whole thirty minutes arguing with a customer about The Ring, specifically if the Japanese original or the American remake is better.
That in itself ain’t unusual. Hailey is mouthy and unapologetically opinionated. It’s another thing I love about her, even if I’m often on the receiving end of her bratty attitude.
One time, she threw popcorn at me when I said that Chucky is a more iconic killer than Jason. I don’t even think that. I just knew it’d piss her off and she’s too much fun to tease.
But tonight’s discussion with the customer almost turned into a fistfight when Hailey took her 5’3” self from behind the counter and got into the guy’s face. I offered him a complimentary soda and ushered him to the screening room before she could escalate the situation.
She doesn’t look like a woman who’d start a brawl. Atfirst glance, one could mistake her for timid and sweet with the girly dresses, the sunshine smiles, and her love for Hey Kitty, made obvious by her sparkly phone case. But underneath all the pastel colors lurks the feistiest woman I’ve ever met.
Hailey is a spitfire.
She means what she says and says what she means. I respect that. Greatly. Too many people talk outta their asses and say anything to flatter or fit in, but not Hailey. Never.
Frowning, she takes a hand broom from the cleaning trolley and sweeps a heap of popcorn from under the pinball machines into a trash bag. Then she grabs the mop again, whirling around. I wince as she bumps into a rack of flyers advertising local businesses. It tilts, tumbles, and crashes to the floor, brochures scattering like oversized confetti.
For a long moment, Hailey stands there, staring. Then she throws the mop away and kicks the papers across the lobby.
“Shit, shit, shit! Fuck all of this!” she shouts, stabbing a brochure with her heel.
I feel responsible for her frustration. Because well, Iamresponsible. Sighing, I round the counter to help her tidy up when her eyes flick to me, pinning me down with a narrowing glare.
“Do you have something to say,Colton?” she hisses, spitting my name like a curse.
A pang of adrenaline floods my system.
Damn, woman. This ain’t the time to start a fight. Not tonight. Not unless you want me to wring that bratty attitude from your neck while I fuck the frustration outta you.
I cross my arms. “This ismymovie theater and I’ll do whatever the hell I want in here, but I didn’t say a peep.You’re imagining things.”
“If you want to insult me, say it to my face!” She raises her chin and takes a step in my direction. “Coward.”
My eye twitches and my cock gets hard again for the hundredth time today. Back to hiding behind the ticket counter it is.
I’d like to defuse the situation, but her provocative pout tempts me to shove my dick between those full lips and give her something to cry about while she chokes on my cum.
“Why would I insult you, Hailey? We’re not in high school anymore, but you clearly missed the memo. Instead of pitching a hissy fit, you could justaskif you want my attention so badly!”
She glowers at me. “The only thing I want from you is to shut up!”
“Well,Idon’t care for this riveting conversation, nor did I start it.Youdid. And now you ordermeto stop talking? You’re the personification of a fucking headache!”
