Read Hittin It: A Hitman Romance (Marked for Love Book 2) Online
Authors: Amie Stuart
I
was at register six. Turning, I found the cashier holding up my panties, my brand new,
size 2X
, blue paisley, high-cut briefs. My cheeks warm, I glanced back at Rowdy, praying he wasn’t looking.
He was, and still held the matching bra, to boot, that innocent smile still visible beneath his moustache. I could see the laughter in those damn cornflower colored eyes. It wasn’t fair.
If anything, my cheeks grew hotter as I snatched my bra from his outstretched hand and threw it on the belt. Knowing my luck, it’d get jammed.
“You know, you could’a said thank you, Sugar,” he drawled.
“Thanks,” I shot over my shoulder. Behind me I heard him chuckle.
Jerk!
I
hated
being called sugar. The only man who got away with
that
was Robbie. Speaking of which...I grabbed the second set of panties off the belt and held them out to the sales clerk. “These are the same price.”
“Someone’s on their way. I have to have the exact number for inventory purposes.”
So much for express. To make matters worse, she turned around and held up my panties again, shouting to a woman not more than six feet away, “Yeah, Norma, I need a price on these 2X, high-cut briefs. The two pack.”
If they hadn’t matched the bra, I’da said forget about it. Now everyone on the northwestern side of San Antonio knew what size panties I wore. I slipped my sunglasses down onto my nose and glanced at my watch, trying to melt into the floor.
2:00. I had one hour to get home, unload and...
“You shop here often, Sugar?”
Rowdy.
I sighed, but before I could answer, the damned cashier piped up, throwing in her two cents, “She’s a regular. She was in here Wednesday. Almost bought these panties then, but she was late for some meeting.”
Triple shit
. Just my luck I get the one freaking cashier with a photographic memory. Worse yet, the meeting I was late to had been with Rowdy’s boss. By the time I reached the Bluebonnet Dancehall, she’d taken off for another appointment, leaving Rowdy to place their liquor order. I’d glibly lied, and told him I’d been delayed at an emergency dental appointment.
I was
so
busted and by
him
of all people.
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his book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The char him acters are productions of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.
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HITTIN' IT © 2015 Amie Stuart
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Edited by Jen Duffey
Published by Dancehall Diaries Ltd. /
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