When I return, Banks is by the drinks section while Sam hover behind him.
"This has twelve percent alcohol and tastes like fermented apple," she’s pitching to a man who owns a vineyard. That said man f****d me.
I close my eyes and shake my head
"Add it with Greek yogurt," He replies dismissively, walking through another row. I remain standing behind them as I gawk at his broad shoulders.
They're wide and he's currently wearing a black shirt and matching pant. He's probably six'four or five.
He reaches for something above and his back flexes. Same back that has my scratch marks. I clench my p***y at that dirty image.
Then, he turns to me and stares straight past me.
"I'm ready" I say adjusting my top and rubbing my palms on my jean pants. He keeps on staring.
I look behind me to
