Page 28 of Own the Eights
“Are you getting a head start? You were supposed to be scoping out the joint for the Dannies.”
Jordan Marks narrowed his eyes, and she groaned.
“There are no Dannies on my side of the store. What about you? Did you see them?”
He shook his head. “I did a complete sweep. They’re not here. Hector and Bobby must have sent them to another store or maybe a separate challenge.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, we’re here. Let’s see this Perfect Ten Mindset in action.”
“You want to watch?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, I need to know how much damage control will have to be done after you’re arrested for harassing women in a grocery store.”
“I don’t need to stalk women, Georgie,” he said, all stupid sexy forearms and smug smirk.
“Sure,” she said, casting a skeptical look.
He glanced around the bustling market. “You’ll see. It’s like bees to honey.”
“Then buzz off and get to work,” she countered.
The hint of a smile pulled at his lips, and his dimple appeared.
His Brice Casey dimple.
“Hang back. I can’t have your eight-vibe encroaching on myten-ness.”
“Ten-ness?” she fired off.
“Fine, my awesomeness. Do you like that better?”
She flapped her hands and buzzed, doing her best bee impression.
“Jesus, Georgie,” he balked then started down an aisle.
She grabbed a basket and tossed in a tube of vegan cookie dough as shehung backand observed the Emperor of Asshattery.
And she wasn’t the only one watching.
Every woman he passed turned and stared. They straightened up, their cheeks growing pink. A petite redhead threw him a furtive glance then reached for a jar of honey on a high shelf.
Stupid honey!
“Oh, sir, could you give me a hand?” she asked through her lashes.
Gag!
“Would you like me to lift you up, or should I just get it for you myself,” he purred.
Double gag!
“I’d jump, but these shoes make it so hard,” she cooed, then kicked up her foot to reveal a lot of leg and a fire engine red stiletto.
Jordan easily procured the jar and handed it to her. “I don’t want anything to ruin those heels, and we should probably exchange numbers in case you need some help with that honey. You know, later on, if the lid’s stuck and you can’t get it open.” He leaned in. “Honey can get sticky.”
“So sticky,” the woman repeated, completely under his spell, then snapped out of it, grabbed her phone, and thrust it into Jordan’s hand.
Sheesh! So much for playing hard to get!
