Okay. I have no excuses. I won’t even try to defend myself. But I don’t really feel I have to either.
I’m just an average manager at a music store. I’m in my early twenties and not all that bad looking of a guy. I can’t be, and have the girls chase after me. Maybe they just want a free CD, I don’t know.
My life was going fine. No serious relationships, although a lot of fun ones. Job was going great, I was Mr. Popularity down at the shop. Everyone that worked for me loved me. I was such a “cool” manager, or so they said. But no matter what the cause, my store ran like clockwork with no stealing or fighting from the employees.
Dorine. If anyone is to blame, it’s her. Dorine was a friend of mine with wild red hair, vibrant green eyes and a body that made me want to sit up and beg. A body, I might add, that I never got to get close to. Dorine was in control of her game and nobody played unless she let them. So far, I hadn’t made the cut. So, when she came to me six months ago with a request, there was no way I was going to refuse her.
“Hey, Greg. I gotta favor to ask you.”
“Dorine, name it and it’s yours.” I expected something sexual and hot, but I was sorely disappointed.
“It’s my niece, Stephanie.” I groaned and rolled my eyes. I knew what was coming next and it wasn’t me. “Honey, you gotta help her out. She’d make a perfect cashier for your little store here.”
“Little?” I raised my eyebrows. “Baby nothing I got is little.”
She smiled and her eyes glittered. “Greg,” she purred, “She’d be perfect for the shop. She knows just about everything there is to know about music, and she needs a job.”
“And just how old is this musical encyclopedia?”
“She just turned eighteen.”
I let out a breath. “Dorine, if it were anyone else I’d say no, flat out. But bring her in tomorrow and I’ll try her out.” Her smile lit up her face so I held up my hand, “No promises.”
She wound her arm around mine as she pressed that fabulous 36C chest against me. “I really appreciate it, Greg. And, if she gets the job, I’ll show you exactly how much.” She bent forward to kiss me, running her tongue lightly over my lips before they darted in for a quick, scorching kiss.
As she walked away I noticed how deliciously her hips swayed under her tight jeans. I had to leave the store in the hands of my faithful employees while I went to the back to calm down. It must have been the sway what did me in, determined to get Stephanie on my payroll so that I could get her aunt in my bed.
Dorine brought Stephanie in the next day, true to her word. This time, Dorine opted for a sexy little black number that dipped low in front and showed a lot of leg. I nearly hired Stephanie before she even got out a hello.
And it didn’t help that Stephanie looked like a teenaged Dorine. She had auburn hair that fell all the way to her waist, and she had the same amazing green eyes. She was petite though, not much over five foot tall, when Dorine was nearly eye level with me. It was like she was much younger than eighteen, and I felt like a child molester as I stopped my physical investigation just short of her own perfect 36Cs.
“Greg, this is Stephanie.” Dorine nudged the younger girl a bit, and she extended her hand. I took it, trying not to notice how soft her hand fit in mine. Visions of that same small hand clasping another appendage leapt in my overheated brain, and I had to beat it down. I wanted Dorine. I had chased Dorine. I wasn’t going to let this young piece of ass derail my plans.
“Hi, Greg.” Damn. Even her voice was soft.
“So,” I began, trying my best to regain control. “I hear you’re a musical expert.”
She blushed. “Sort of.” I quizzed her over old music, new music, rock, rap - even the country questions she answered without trouble. There was no “sort of” about it. This kid knew her stuff.