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repelled her student.
    "Well
fancy meeting you here. The red thong would be perfect."
    Oh grief, I know that voice.
    Nina
turned to one side to see Nic whirling one of the offending garments around his
finger.
    "In
here?" She waved her hand around to encompass the building. "Cheap as chips.com?" She used the local nickname
for the large chain of supermarkets.
    "You'd
only wear them once," Nic said and grinned. "No point in spending a
lot. I'd ruin them for another time."
    Nina
blinked.   Damn, he looks good. Why couldn’t he look
like a troll, or a gnome or something? Why did he have to look like a Greek god
in denims?
    "Pardon?"
    "The thong. If you wore it with me it would
only last once. Cheap as chips and easy to rip. Perfect. Are you?"
    Nina's
head whirled. Why couldn't she keep up with the conversation? Two glasses of
crap wine and a sneaked in G and T twelve hours earlier couldn't get her that
woosy.
    "Perfect
for what?" she asked in a bewildered tone. What did he mean?
    "To
rip off," Nic said. "Before I spank your ass and
any other part of you that takes my fancy."
    Nina
didn’t know whether to laugh or roll her eyes at his certainty. The man lived
in cloud cuckoo land.
    "Not
going to happen, mate." She picked up a pair of socks and put them in her
basket. "Excuse me." Nina did her best to maneuver her trolley around
Nic. He jumped to one side and fell in with step with her.
    Bugger
and shit.
    "I'm
busy," Nina said as she flung the first fruit and veg she came to into the
basket of the trolley, and steered it down the next aisle. Or
tried to. As ever the darned thing had a mind of its own and four wheels
that decided not to cooperate with each other.
    "Healthy
but boring, don't you think?"
    "Eh?"
Nina looked down into the well of the trolley. He had a point. She fished two
packets of sprouts out and the fennel—she hated fennel—and thrust them at him.
"Here, you have them. And give me space. You're getting me all hot and
bothered."
    Nic
raised one eyebrow, and she blushed.
    "Not
like that, you moron. Now please let me get on with this shopping. I hate
supermarkets almost as much as I hate the dental hygienist attacking my teeth."
Nina tried to turn the trolley without crashing into a row of kitchen towels.
    "Let
me." Nic leaned across her, and began to take her hands off the handle. The
trolley spun round, and he overbalanced. Several loo rolls cascaded down and
hit him on the head.
    Nina
giggled. "Woops, ahh…" The trolley decided to cooperate and move.
However Nina wasn't expecting it, and she leaned backwards into the shelves
behind her. The boxes that fell around her and into her trolley made her
redden.
    Damn my bloody blushing.
    "You
reckon we're going to need all these?" Nic lifted one of the several boxes
of condoms that now rested among the asparagus and oranges. "And
extra large at that. Honey, I thank you for your belief in my size and
prowess, but even I need some recuperation time. I think it'd take us a fair
few weeks to get through this lot."
    "In your dreams." Nina picked out all twelve or so
boxes and carefully replaced them on the shelf.
    "Not
even keeping one? Ah, I'm gutted."
    "You
will be if you don't get out of the way."
    Nina
went to move away. Nic stopped her by the simple maneuver of putting one foot
in front of a wheel and his hand on her chin.
    "I'm
never going to get out of your way, Nina. You'd better believe that." His
voice was deep and as ever made her clit clench and her nipples harden. "Remember
the adage, pet. Don't diss with a Dom." His tone wasn't hard, but it was
full of authority.
    Nina
wasn't sure she appreciated it.
    "Why?"
    "Why what?" Nic walked to her side and began
to push the trolley toward the checkouts. "Don't diss with a Dom? You know
the answer to that. Now, have you finished?"
    She
had no idea. If she got home and found she'd forgotten deodorant or tissues she
could nip to the tiny supermarket ‘round the corner later, when she went to the
newsagent for the