Vintage Volume One by Lisa Suzanne Read Free Book Online Page B

it, I knew I’d use the money my father had given me to get to the ultimate end goal. Wherever that was.
    But as I stood in the break room of Vintage, staring down at that old, grooved kitchen table, I had a feeling my future wouldn’t be folding t-shirts for much longer.
    My personality and my family background made me more of an employer than an employee. I didn’t have the credentials to own a business, but I had the money to. I’d just never wanted to before.  
    Was it Parker that was doing this to me?
    I wasn’t sure, but I was definitely thinking in a new way and feeling a lot of new things.
    Things I’d never felt before.
    It was actually 7:52 when I felt his presence in the store again. Ordinarily my days at Vintage passed in a whirl because I enjoyed it, but I was anticipating this meeting. Every passing tick of the clock felt longer than the last.
    I felt him first, and then I saw him before he saw me this time. I’d been checking out a customer at the register when he’d slipped into the store, and I saw him looking around for me. I took a moment to drink him in while the man I was helping ran his debit card through the reader.
    Every part of him screamed that he was a musician. Strong arms that looked like they could shred the shit out of a guitar. Hands that worked hard strumming strings and caressing microphones. He was dressed in all black again, except he was missing his trademark backwards hat. My guess was because he wanted the one he’d left with me. He was hoping he’d get it back. I saw the tattoos peeking out from his short-sleeved shirt again. I was curious about his selection of ink. I’d seen it courtesy of my Google searches, but I wondered why he’d chosen the images he had.
    I had a feeling I’d find out someday.
    “You’re early,” I called from behind the register. His head whipped around in my direction.
    A smile tipped up the corners of his mouth. “And you’re gorgeous.”
    I felt heat creep up my neck, an unfamiliar sensation. I wasn’t used to feeling out of my element, but Parker managed to constantly do that to me.
    I put the man’s purchase into a bag and handed him his receipt. “I thought so, too,” the man said to Parker. “But I’m guessing you’ve got a better shot than me.”
    I stood mortified, shuffling some paperwork on the counter behind me to gain my bearings. The man was absolutely right. He had no chance. Not when Parker was looking at me with all of that heat in his eyes.
    They said more words to each other, but I tuned them out. I couldn’t hear over the roaring embarrassment in my ears, anyway.
    “Seven minutes.” His voice was low and close to my ear. I wasn’t sure when he’d moved in so close behind me, but I could feel his heat.
    And fuck did it turn me on.
    I’d known the guy for all of a couple of hours with six long weeks peppered in, but he seemed like the kind of guy who would walk into a place and my clothes would supernaturally fall off.
    In fact, I was sort of surprised I still had clothes on.
    “Until what?” I finally asked, turning around to face him.
    Big mistake.
    Because I almost took my clothes off in the middle of Vintage.
    His eyes were full of lust. That’s all this was. This was a game of desire, and he was winning.
    “Until we get the fuck out of here.”
    “And then what?”
    “I think we both know where this is going.” His voice was sinful. Dangerous.
    But so fucking warm.
    “I’d love it if you could spell it out for me.”
    “I’m going to do things to you that I’ve thought about doing for six endless weeks.”
    “And what might that be?”
    He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was trying to hold himself back from something. He glanced up at the clock. “Six minutes. You’ll find out in six minutes.”
    My heart stuttered a bit on his quote about “six minutes.” It reminded me of my thoughts earlier that day about six minutes feeling longer than the six weeks he’d been