Page 2 of Nuttin for Christmas

“Do you need help finding a book?” His hands moved to the computer.

“I do, actually. Four of them,” I tapped the scene of my phone waking it up. “I’m looking for Fucked Around And Fell In Love During The Holidays by Talena Tillman, Double The Love by M. Monique, Before The Streetlights Come On by Ashley Antoinette and Immoral Cravings by A. Sherell.”

His clean and manicured fingers moved from the keyboard to a piece of receipt paper and pen as he scribbled the titles down. As he clicked on the keys with shaky hands, I watched him. Icould tell he was bashful and a bit apprehensive by the way his eyes shifted from me to the screen.

“Yes, we have them all,” he pointed behind me. “They’re on?—,”

“Can youcomewith me?” I purposely enunciated the word.

“Umm,” he paused. “Yea. Sure.”

He placed a bookmarker in a book titledMan Of The Yearand hurried around the counter.

“Aisha?” I heard my name being called as I huffed in irritation.

Pulling my eyes from sizing Cordaé up, I saw Chardonnay. She ran over to us stopping next to him.

“Cordaé was just getting ready to show me where the books were.” My eyes returned back to him.

“Well that’s good that y’all already met,” she wrapped her arm around his waist. He shrugged outta her grasp. “He’s my twin brother.”

Shocked was an understatement. I mean how was I supposed to know that this fine specimen was my friends brother. Aside from their names starting with a C, they looked nothing alike. But I guess that was to be expected being that they weren’t of the same sex.

“Well, your brother is cute as hell,” I admitted. There wasn’t a shy bone in my body.

“Girl come on!” She pulled me by my arm as we headed toward the shelves. “Let’s go get our books.”

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Cordaé Snoh

The wayshe said my name made pre-cum seep from my dick and when she asked me to walk her to the section of those books she requested I prayed a wet spot didn’t appear on the front of my pants. At first glance, my face flushed with perspiration and my frames fogged when she said I could help her in several ways and my hands grew sweaty when she said the word come.

Having a beautiful woman like her flirt with me was completely out of my element. I wasn’t use to the opposite sex finding me attractive. According to my sister, I was a nerd because I studied in college, got good grades, stayed in the house and read books written by black authors. Chardonnay was the wild one. The social butterfly. I, on the other hand, was the quiet one.

After getting the line down, I slowly moved from behind the counter in search of Aisha. She was gorgeous looking like a black doll in her waist length coat, skinny jeans and boots. Her straight hair laid against her shoulders and her bangs almost covered hereyes. Her butt was perfectly round and I felt my dick begin to brick thinking about her.

Standing next to one of the threeChristmastrees, I faked like I was rearranging the ornaments to look at her. She cradled all four books in her arms as she and my sister laughed about something; her pretty teeth on display.

“Cordaé, what are you doing?” My mother, who was of Indian and African American descent, made me almost jump out of my skin. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the front?”

“I just came to the floor to make sure everything was in order,” I backpedaled toward the registers. “I’m going now.”

My parents owned this bookstore and my mother had decorated it using her interior design skills. Nothing needed adjustments.

Back behind the counter, I retrieved my book and resumed reading. I was further ahead in my college career needing less classes than Chardonnay. I took my courses seriously so now that we were on break, I was able to catch up on some reading. Three of the books that Aisha was looking to read, I had already finished. The other one had just released and was on myTBRlist.

Pushing my frames up on my face, I flipped the pages of my book. I was a fast reader and the book was very entertaining. It was actually teaching me some things.

Minutes into me reading, we had an influx of people come into the store forcing my mother to help me keep the line moving. We had extended our sale and received new and exclusive books and merchandise from several publishing houses and independent authors. The crowd lasted for an hour before everything calmed again.

“You want to take your break?” My mother asked me, checking the registers.

“Yea, but call me if it gets busy.” I headed toward the back of the store.

I was surprised to see my sister and Aisha still here. I figured they’d slipped out during the rush of people. But they were sitting on the floor stools; a stack of books were in front of them.

Pushing through the bathroom door, I used the stall, fixed my clothes and washed my hands. Exiting out, I ran right into Aisha.

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