Page 2 of Torrid Passion
“It’s so early, I don’t remember my last name.”
“You’re funny.”
Chelsea takes another step back when one of the girls behind the counter yells, “Next!”
My turn soon. After the day I had yesterday, I could literally jump head first into a pool of caffeine.
“I’m sure you know this, but you’re super hot!” Chelsea says.
“Thank you.”
“I love, love, love the color of your eyes. They’re so mysterious and a bit dangerous,” she says of my hazel brown eyes.
“Thank you,” I repeat.
“You’re tall. And strong. Look at that chest. And those biceps. And those muscular thighs,” her eyes bounce all over my body. “You’re handsome and built to perfection. Yum!” She actually licks her lips.
She’s full of compliments.
“I keep fit,” I say.
“Impressive,” there’s a tinge of admiration in her eyes.
“Takes one to know one,” I say.
“Soooooo now you notice little ol’ me.”
I didn’t mean anything by it, but her coquettish hip movement lets me know she’s taking this very seriously.
“Are you an actor, Lochlan?” she asks.
“No.”
“You must be a model?”
“No,” I answer her with a headshake.
“Tsk, this is hard,” she says knitting her eyebrows together. “Movie studio exec?”
“Not quite.”
“Singer? With that rich voice you must be in a band?”
“Nope. And nope.”
“I know!” she says snapping her fingers together. “You’re a personal trainer!”
“You’re getting colder.”
“Come on, Lochlan, give a girl a break,” she implores.
Let me put her out of her misery.
“I shape the image of bands on video.”
“Ooohhh. You’re crazy handsome and you’re an influencer. Talk about double threat.”
You sure know how to butter up a guy.
