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my moms.”
    Connecticut, I bet. “Oh, yes, you mean the clutch,” I say, allowing my eyes to travel the length of his sexy-ass body. I can tell he’s hiding a chiseled, rock-hard chest and abs underneath his Ed Hardy thermal. The two customers leaving the shop admire him as well. Mmmph, mmmph...I’d like to fuck him real quick in the back. I pull the purse from out of the storage drawer. “You must be Desmond.”
    He nods. “Yeah, that’s me.”
    “How will you be paying for this?” I ask, hoping he says with a credit card so that I can request to see his ID. There’s something about him that has sparked my curiosity. And he hasn’t even said more than twenty words to me. I stare into his intense brown eyes when I ask this, then gaze at his juicy lips. My clit starts to throb.
    “Cash,” he says, dashing any hopes of learning where he lives without flat-out asking him. I watch as he pulls out a thick knot of bills. “How much?” I tell him the price, ringing up his purchase. He peels twenty one-hundred dollar bills from his roll, then hands them to me. “Don’t worry about the change, beautiful.”
    Beautiful? Is this fine motherfucker flirting with me?
    Girl, get over yourself. He’s only being friendly. He probably calls every woman he comes into contact with that. I tilt my head, take him in as I hand him his change, insisting he take it. “That’s kind of you, but I’d prefer you...”
    “How much is the brown bag?” one of the women who walked in earlier asks as she walks up to the counter.
    “Oh, that bag’s fifteen-hundred dollars.”
    “Whew, that’s alright. What about the smaller bag?” I tell herit’s six-hundred. She decides she wants it; asks if I accept American Express. I tell her we do. Then bring my focus back to the hunk of chocolate in front of me as I wrap the clutch and slide it into its silk bag, then put it in a box along with his five dollars. Girlfriend asks me another question about another bag and right now I wish her ass would walk up out of here, or shut the fuck up.
    “Give me a sec. I’ll be right over to get it out of the case for you as soon as I finish up with this customer.”
    The dark-chocolate man standing in front of me grins at me. There’s something alluringly sexy in his crooked grin that makes me want to forget I’m a lady, and fuck him right up on top of this counter for all to see. For a fleeting moment, I forget I am in my store and imagine him making love to my cunt and my clit and my erect nipples with his tongue. Imagine feeding him my juices, riding his dick, then sucking him off until he shoots his hot load down into my throat. I imagine all of this, forgetting I have other customers in the store. I blink back the images. Bring my focus back to the mystery man in front of me. He is staring at me. I look directly into his eyes and a shiver passes through me.
    I frown, raising my brow. “What. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?”
    He shakes his head, pulling a card out of the holder. He studies it. “Nah, I’m chillin’, takin’ everything in. So, you own this spot?”
    I nod, putting the box into a shopping bag, then handing it to him. “Yes, I do. How’d you know that?”
    “Call it a hunch.” He grins, eyeing me. “My moms had some real choice words for you, but I’ma have’ta tell her you’re nothing like she said.”
    I laugh. “What, she said I was a real bitch on the phone?”
    He laughs with me. “Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”
    I shrug, removing a strand of hair from my face. I place it behind my ear. “I can be when it’s called for.”
    He rests his forearms on the counter, then leans in toward me. “Well, between you and me, I love my moms to death, but she has a way of bringin’ it out of the best of ’em. Don’t tell her I told you that.”
    I smile. “I bet she does. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
    He smiles back at me. “Oh, word? What else you like to keep