“I noticed you’re hiring.” Dusty leaned on the counter, flashing his white teeth in a sexy manner. He brushed back his shaggy hair; it fell back into place.
The counter was between us, and I was grateful for it. His overpowering flirtatiousness made me uncomfortable. Angry and snobby customers I could handle. But throw in a guy who liked to banter? It was a struggle. How do I respond without sounding mean or like I was flirting back? I never liked their wandering eyes or how they got in my personal space. I wanted him to leave, yet manners kept me from telling him so. He would leave when he realized I was not into him.
Now was the time I wished Butterscotch interacted with people rather than Princess. She would hiss at him. Maybe not enough to scare Dusty away, but at least he could give
