Page 3 of Playing With Danger

Only this time I was not in the grocery store. I was at the liquor store.

This could be dangerous.

“There are glass bottles all around me. I think perhaps it’s safer if I stand still and let you grab what you want.”

His hand went to my hip, his chest pressed against my back, and he reached around me to grab a bottle of red wine.

I might’ve moaned.

He might’ve heard, if the way his fingers twitched on my hip was anything to go by.

“Thought you didn’t like red,” he said close to my ear.

His warm breath fanned over my neck. The smell of male sweat, and outside, and maybe a hint of tobacco invaded my senses. Then there was his voice.

Sweet baby Dolly I was having a mini-orgasm.

My sad, narrow, lonely life had come to this.

A sexy stranger giving me an orgasm in the wine aisle.

I might as well buy five cats, three birds, and start an alone-and-under-forty knitting club.

I had been reduced to voice orgasms.

My mother would say, ‘I told you so.’

“I’m Valentine,” he said, still close.

“Sophie.”

“Nice to meet you, Sophie.”

Oh yeah, totally having a vagina spasm.

“Nice to meet you.”

That was as far as we got before all hell broke sideways.

And gunshots rang out all around us.

“Down!”

Hot Cop didn’t need to tell me twice.

I was on my hands and knees staring at a black pair of combat boots when I heard, “This is a stick up,” accompanied with a round of pops, whizzes, and whistles.

Did people really say that in real life?

“Get the hell out of here!” someone shouted.

“Dumbfuck!” someone else yelled.

“I hope your daddy whoops your ass when you get home!” a third bellowed.

“Don’t move.” That was Valentine, then his boots were gone.

I waited a few moments, then I moved. Actually I crawled. Not far, just to the end of the red wine aisle to peek around the display. The cashier was behind the counter looking fit to be tied. Three very irate patrons stood holding their booze. Shattered glass littered the floor, red pooled next to the broken bottles.

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