Page 5 of Obsession

“Sure,” I reply.

I go back out onto the store floor and serve a few customers, occasionally glancing over at Aiden whenever he steps out from behind the counter. And when he leans against the counter and stares down at his phone, I can’t help but get immediately aroused at the sight of him. Fuck, I haven’t been this close to him since the day I walked into the store and asked him for advice on the interview. And now that I think about it, he had every opportunity to tell me there and then that he was the store manager and he didn’t, I wonder why? Is it because he didn’t want to tell me because then I would know he was the manager and react differently toward him? Or is it because he was just being professional?

As I move closer to the area where he’s still pressing his ass against the counter, pretending to rearrange some of the cell phones on display, I quickly angle my eyes up at his chest and notice his name tag. Then my eyes narrow in on the small print under his name,Store Manager.

How did I. Miss that? It was right under my nose, literally.

Maybe it’s because the whole time I was asking him about any advice he could give me, I was too busy checking him out and losing myself in his eyes.

“Cody?”

“Huh?”

“What are you doing?” Aiden asks.

“Rearranging the phones and just making sure all the different brands are on display to optimize our range of products.”

I can come up with some pretty good answers when I’m put under pressure. And I can sense the tone in his voice, so I alsodon’t want to piss the guy off. After all, he is my boss now.

“Good to see you’re using your initiative. But just remember that the customer comes first. After all, that’s what pays our wages.”

He slides his phone into his pocket then moves away from where he’s resting and goes to help a customer. I casually glance over at him and my cock begins to throb beneath the fabric of my underwear. Thank God I’m wearing tight jeans to hide my erection.

“What are you doing?” Kora, one of my colleagues, asks.

“I’m fixing up the phone display. Do you need something?” I ask.

“I need you to stop checking out Aiden.”

I stop what I’m doing, and spin around to face her.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t act dumb. I’ve seen the way you look at him, not to mention the number of times you ‘innocently’ wandered past the store before you started working here.”

I gulp and avoid making eye contact with her, but I know that the longer I stay quiet, the more guilty I look.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I used to work in the center and I would always just go for a walk on my breaks. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Look, I know you have this thing for him, but let me assure you that he’s not gay.”

“And what makes you think I am?” I ask.

“The way you were just eye fucking him right now before I came over here.”

“I beg your pardon? Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to? I’m your boss.”

“What are you going to do? Write me up?”

“If I have to, yes,” I warn.

“Go right ahead. And the minute you do that is the moment I go to Aiden and tell himexactlywhat you said about him.”

“And what did Isupposedlysay about him?”

“You’ve told all the workers here that he’s gay and that he’s sucked your cock.”

“You and I both know that’s a load of bull,” I say.

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