slobber his face
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Chapter 6 Slobber his face
Max reaches out to shake my hand.
The snake covering his arm creeps me out, but the politeness my grandma branded into me has me reaching out to reciprocate his handshake.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” The way he says it makes me think Lucky has been talking about me to him.
Like Max knows more about me than he should. That creepy feeling settles deeper inside me as his hand takes mine.
When our hands meet, one of his fingers slides across my wrist, and I jerk out of his hold.
He smirks at me, not the least bit fazed by my behavior.
It’s like he knows he’s making me uneasy, and he likes it.
“I’m gonna get going.” I point towards the train station, making my intention clear.
Max offers, “I’ll take you. I'm dropping Lucky off anyways.”
It wasn’t moments ago that I was ticked Lucky didn’t offer me a ride, but now the train sounds so much better than being trapped in a car with this creepy guy.
Lucky pouts up at Max, rubbing his hand across Max's chest, “But I wanted to be alone with you.”
It seems to have no effect on him as he actually bats Lucky's hand away like he’s a fly getting on his nerves.
“The train is fine,” I insist, and start to make my way in the direction of the station, but Max grabs me by the arm in a tight hold.
He must have realized he grabbed me too hard, because he immediately loosens his grip.
The whole thing has my heart beating out of my chest, and I can feel a tension rise within me like someone’s eyes are on me.
Not just Max’s and Harper’s, but like everyone is watching us.
I glance around. No one else is on the street.
“I insist. I want to get to know my guy's roommate.
I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”
I look over at Lucky Harper, whose face beams at his words. Lovely. So he plans on being around, at my apartment.
“Okay.” I give in, hating myself a little for not having a bit more of a backbone.
Why couldn’t I be one of those badass chicks who said and did what he wanted?
My grandma always said I didn’t have it in me to be mean.
I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
Today I’m going with bad, and I want to kick my own manners in the ass.
He releases my arm, and I make my way over to the passenger door before slipping into the back seat and pulling my shoulder bag close.
When everyone is settled in, Max pulls away from the curb, heading towards the high-end mall.
“So you worked at the high-end mall long?” I hear him ask, and I pull my eyes from my lap.
I thought he was talking to Lucky, but his dark cold eyes are trained on me in the rearview mirror.
“About three years now.”
“Haven’t you been there five?” He looks over at Lucky.
“Yeah. A little over five years now.” and “And your roommate is your boss,” he says.
Ouch. I am Lucky's boss to a certain degree.
I’m the teller supervisor, so it’s my job to watch over all the tellers.
Lucky can be a little slow at work, and he talks a little too much, but I’ve never had to reprimand him.
I actually like that he’s chatty with the customers; they like that. As long as he isn’t trying to date them, I’m okay with it.
A lot of our customers seem to like him. He’s actually better at being personable than I am.
It’s one of the ways I wish I could be more like Lucky.
I had secretly hoped when he moved in that he could rub off on me a little, make me come out of my shell a little more.
It isn’t that I don’t like talking to people, I just usually find myself at a loss for words.
I think I’m not great at the social cues in a conversation.
It’s hard for me to make the dialogue bounce back and forth.
“Yeah,” Lucky mumbles sadly, not in his normal upbeat manner.
I don’t care for the tone of Lucky's voice when he utters the word.
He might be a giant b***h at times, and actually inspires me to use the same tone from time to time like with the breakfast burrito incident this morning, but I know how that feels, and I don’t want him to feel that way.
I don’t want anyone to feel that way.
“Lucky is great. You should see him handle the customers. I wish I could handle them like him. He's a real pro.”
Lucky turns to look at me like he can’t believe what I just said.
My eyes flash back to the mirror, and Max’s eyes are on me again.
This time I can’t read them, but luckily he pulls them away and back on to the road.
We ride the rest of the way in awkward silence, and when we finally pull up to the high-end mall, I realize I’ve never been so happy to be at work.
“You open this place?” Max asks, turning to look at me as we start to get out of the car.
“Today I do,” I answer as I pull myself from the car, wanting to be out as quickly as possible.
“Thanks for the ride,” I throw over those humble words over my shoulder, while making my way towards the high-end mall, leaving Lucky behind with him.
I know Lucky would probably want to slobber all over his so-called boyfriend's face.
Seeing it the first time was more than enough for me.
I open the accounts department four times a week, and today is one of my days.
Sam and I switch it up. I’m opening today, which means I’ll get out early, and he’ll be closing up.
I get a rare Saturday off this weekend, and I plan to spend it lying around in bed. My only plans include going out with Lucky tonight.
It’s actually something I’ve never done.
Twenty-two and I’ve never even seen the inside of a club.
I have a feeling it won’t really be my thing, but I’m excited to do it anyways.
Just to see. Stepping out of my normal routine and opening myself up to the possibility of new things.
I slip my key into the lock and enter the accounts department.
I enter the codes to deactivate the alarms and get started on opening.
Lucky joins me about ten minutes later with a happy smile plastered across his face.
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