Page 50 of Imperfection is Beauty

“Hi there, can I help you?” Really? My god.

I shook my head, now wasn’t the time to rip into her ass for pulling her top down before coming over here to ask me that, and it most definitely wasn’t the time to growl at her when I saw from the corner of my eye as she stopped at a mirrored case and checked her makeup.

Lady, less is more. Really.

Sighing, because I really did need help, I asked, “You got any other medicine for a cold in the back that’s not grape flavored?”

“Let’s look,” she said as she walked over to me, trying to sway her non-existent hips.

And then she did it.

I knew she was going to.

Fucking hell.

I looked up at the ceiling and knew that as soon as she dropped to her ass, and then slowly worked her body by throwing her ass out and standing up slowly.

I looked back down, and yep, sure enough, that was exactly what she was doing.

“What are the person’s symptoms?” Did she really have to get her voice all husky?

Snorting, I said, “Runny nose. Stuffy. Coughing.”

“Sounds like a cold. Is this for your mom or dad?”

Really? Really? She’s really trying to inquire about who it’s for.

But that wasn’t what really had my temper starting to sizzle. No, it was the fact that I had somewhere to be, and this woman was asking all the wrong questions.

“Look, my girl can’t have medicine that’s grape flavored.” I told the woman.

“Oh, well, we are in the wrong section. I just love when grown men care about their children.” As she started to stand and offer me a smile, I shook my head.

And that was when the woman stopped flirting with me immediately.

Because she just took in the area, I was standing it, and it wasn’t the kid’s section. “Yeah, the kids’ section is over there on the other side of the aisle. Like I said, my girl, or I should have said my woman can’t have anything grape flavored.”

No, she wasn’t my girl, but in my heart, I already belonged to her, I just needed her to know that she belonged to me.

She shook her head, and sighed, “I’m sorry, but I don’t see anything.”

I grunted, then without a word, turned on my boot and walked out of the store.

And then… I went to every store I could find until I got the medicine that would help her and that wasn’t grape. And a few other things.

As soon as I was back in my SUV with my little haul, I shot her a text.

Me –OMW, Shortcake. Got it.

Shortcake –Text me when you get here, and I’ll unlock the door.

Me –Text you when I’m outside your door.

Shortcake –But then you’ll have to wait so I can get up.

Me –Don’t give a fuck. Someone could hear your lock go, and then walk in and hurt you Not fucking happening.

Shortcake –Caveman.

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