Page 3 of Rider Forbidden
I head her way as she straightens up. Her long blonde shaggy hair bouncing around her shoulders. She has on a fitted jumper that shows off her little waist. Killer curves. Oh yeah, I need to know what this girl looks like from the front.
She places some Danish pastries in her trolley as I pass her. I ‘accidentally’ drop something at her feet - a block of butter. It startles her and she bends down to pick it up and hand it to me. As I come face to face with her, I'm pleased to see that she doesn't disappoint me. Beautiful brown eyes look up at me. Christ, she looks like a Disney princess with those big eyes!
I give her my best panty-melting, knicker creaming, grin as I take the butter off her, making sure to brush my fingers with hers as I grab a hold of it. “Thanks sweetheart.”
She looks a little taken aback. That's right honey, soak it in - I'm hot, I know it and I'm totally using it to my advantage right now. Hotness is my superpower.
“Oh . . . you're welcome.” She gives me a little grin and then hastily gets back to her shopping.
Nice to have a bit of eye candy while doing the most boring task on earth. Sooner Sonia comes back from her holiday the better.
I finish off doing my shopping as quickly as possible and head off to the checkout. I sigh when I see they all have long queues; I pick one and start to wait in line. This is boring shit. I see that the person going through my checkout right now is hot Danish girl. I watch her as she bends and adds things to the conveyor belt. She only has a few things; it doesn't take long. She is hot - not the kind of hot that shoves it in your face - the kind that's hot without even trying, even the way she moves sorting her shopping is sexy as fuck.
I quickly realise that there’s a problem with her at the checkout, she’s all flustered and the person in front of me is sighing. I crane my neck to try to listen to what she is saying.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry . . . I don't know where it is. I could have sworn it was in my phone case. I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to put everything back. I only have ten pounds cash on me.”
How embarrassing.
Time to be her knight in shining armour I think. I step past the person in front of me and hand the cashier my card. “Here you go.”
I smile at Danish girl. “This is on me.”
She flushes with embarrassment, it's so fucking cute. “Oh no . . . no way - I couldn't possibly let you do that. I'll go home for my card and come back later.”
I shrug. “It’s no problem - I have my card right here, these few things won't break my bank - it's fine, honestly.”
I hear the guy who's waiting behind her sigh loudly, she hears it too as I see her glance over my shoulder. She's under pressure to decide. Doing it my way means she doesn't have to come back later.
Her shoulders droop. “OK, thank you - but I will transfer the money to you when I get home, I’ll get your details.”
“It’s no problem sweetheart.” I flash her a smile.
She packs her things in her bag, lastly placing the Danish on top. It's making me want to eat a Danish so bad. Wish I’d bought one now.
I pay and she turns to me. “Thank you so much. I . . . I don't know what to say.”
“You don't have to say anything, consider it a late Christmas miracle.” I smirk and then give her a wink.
She looks at me for a few seconds and then nods and gives me a small smile.
I go back to my place behind the other guy and wait for my turn to be served.
Once I’ve paid, I make my way out of the store and see Danish girl leaning on the wall by the exit. Christ, she’s hot. She straightens when she sees me. She waited for me.
I make my way over to her and hold my hand up to stop her from speaking. “It’s no problem Danish - it's forgotten.”
She looks confused. “Danish?”
I give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, you had a Danish in your shopping, I don't know your name.”
“Oh right, OK” she smiles
“This is the part where you give me your name?”
“Oh, I'm Robyn.”
“Jack. Nice to meet you.”
