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steps back. “What are you doing you creep?”
         I lean around her, caging her against the counter with my arms. My dick instantly swells as I feel her body heat on mine, only an inch of air between us. Our eyes lock. She gulps. With a smile I pull a wrapped sandwich out of the bag on the counter behind her making sure my cheek brushes against hers.
         “Meatball sub?” I hold the sandwich up.
         “You… you pig!” she gasps and slams her hands against my chest and even lets them linger there a minute. My eyes zoom in on the tiny pebbles poking from her chest. If I wasn’t hard before I certainly am now. Christ that’s a fucking turn on, I’m obviously having an effect on her. “God. What do you want with me?”
         I shake the sandwich at her, my eyes snapping back to hers, “Lunch.”
         “And then you’ll go?”
         I nod, “And then I’ll go.” Maybe. I grab a large blue sweater from a rack of clothes beside the counter. “Put this on.”
         “What? Why? It’s two sizes too big.”
         I narrow my eyes on her chest, “Unless you want me to kick the asses of all your male customers currently staring at your chest, I suggest you put it on.”
         She flushes and quickly pulls the large sweater on , it buries her as expected yet she still looks fucking gorgeous. “I’ll just take it off after you’ve gone.”
         “No you won’t.”
         She grunts but says nothing. I smile a satisfactory smile and take a huge bite out of my meatball sub. Her eyebrows come together in a frown.
         “I wanted the meatball one,” and then it’s gone from my hand.
         I really , really like this girl.
     
         “So, you were married?” she asks after a few minutes of silence. I’m sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair behind the counter, she’s sat on one only two feet away, slightly facing me with her legs crossed.
         “Let’s not talk about that,” I clear my throat and take another bite out of my vegetarian sub. Did I mention the fact she took all of the others…? Being a gentleman I couldn’t say no to her demand for all of the meat sandwiches. This is fucking gross. “So, why are you working here now?”
         “Let’s not talk about that.” Touché. She finishes her meatball sub and throws me the others. Thank god. I hastily unwrap one and bite into it. Fuck, that’s good. My eyes are instantly drawn to her lips as she wipes her mouth on a napkin. So full and pink and perfect. Her lower lip has a tiny dent or groove in the middle, I want to trace it with my tongue. Why’s her mouth moving so much?
     
    Click, click.
     
         “Hello?” she snaps. I blink a few times and look up to her eyes. “Did you not hear anything I just said?”
         “No.”
         Her mouth falls open again, that’s hot. “I said, if you’re trying to sleep with me. Don’t bother. I’m not going to have intercourse with you. So you may as well take back your invitation to dinner on Saturday.”
         I take another bite and chew, effectively ignoring her.
     
    Click, click, click. She’s clicking her fingers, in case you were wondering.
     
         “Hello!”
         “ Sup?” I respond and throw my empty sub wrapper in the bag.
         “Why aren’t you listening to me?”
         “Because you aren’t saying anything I want to hear,” I wink at her and tap her on the nose. “And you’re talking shit.”
         “You’re such a pig!”
         I chuckle, this girl is fun to wind up. “You’ve said that.”
         “I mean it too.”
         “That’s nice.” I glance at the door, the bell just rang, signifying the fact it just opened. Just a customer leaving empty handed. “So. Dress casual Saturday. I figured we could go to dinner and then maybe watch a movie.”
         “I’m not going out with you! I don’t even like you!”
         Ouch. “Then I