Page 15 of Love and Lingerie (Rockland Falls 2)

And come face-to-face with Felicity Charles, the girl from high school who did everything she could to get in my back seat.

“Hey, Felicity,” I greet casually.

Before I can move, she flings herself into my arms and practically attaches to my chest like a spider monkey. “Oh, Latham, it’s so good to see you! It’s been too long,” she coos, batting her overdone eyelashes and licking her pouty red lips.

“It has,” I confirm, gently peeling the customer off my chest. “So what brings you in today?”

“I need help!” she practically explodes with excitement and exasperation. When I glance over her blonde hair covered shoulder, I see Dale turning away and making a beeline back to the counter as if his ass were on fire.

Lucky bastard.

“What can I do for you?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to give her my attention. I mean, she is a customer, after all.

“I locked myself out of my apartment again.” She twirls her long hair around her fingers. “It’s the second time this month, and that got me thinking, I should, you know, hide a key. Like under my flower pot. On my back patio. This way, it’ll be there when I need it…or whenever anyone else needs it.” Then she winks, and I inwardly groan.

“So, you need a key made and a hide-a-key box?”

“Yes! That!” she bursts, jumping up and down victoriously. Of course, I’m pretty sure the only reason she does is so I notice her tits. I notice, of course, because I am, in fact, a guy. But just because I notice them doesn’t mean I want to play with them.

“Okay, well, let’s get you all set up.”

I quickly turn back around to the key-making station. I was making these back in grade school, so it was no problem to jump back on it and whip out a few keys earlier today, even if I hadn’t had my hands on it in several years. Hell, I could probably make keys in my sleep.

With my attention completely on the task at hand, I startle when I feel Felicity press against my back. “What are you doing?” I ask over my shoulder, her dark eyes smiling brightly.

“I’m sorry,” she giggles. “I’m just so excited you’re home! Your mom and dad have been telling my parents all about your return. Oh, that reminds me. I need to grab that application while I’m here. I know it’s just a formality, but your dad says I should fill it out ASAP.”

Say. What?

“Excuse me?” I ask, turning off the machine and facing her. She hasn’t moved so when I do turn, I’m basically pressing my chest against hers.

“The job, silly. Your dad said you’re hiring. He offered it to me,” she says with a shrug.

“Oh, uhh…that’s…well, Dad hasn’t mentioned that to me yet.”

She waves her hand. “It just happened last night. Your parents came over for dinner and I mentioned that I needed a second job so I could move out. I’m waiting tables over at The Pump, and it’s going well, but they can only give me Friday and Saturday night hours. Your dad mentioned you’re looking for someone and gave me the job.”

Are you kidding me right now? Dad just gave Felicity a job without even asking what my plans were? We had discussed hiring an additional employee, but hadn’t decided anything. At least, I thought we hadn’t. Technically, he’s still the boss, but he’s less than six weeks away from retirement. Whatever mess he just created, he’s leaving for me to deal with.

And dealing with Felicity every day isn’t something I signed up for.

Our parents have been friends since their youth, all going to school together, so I grew up with Felicity. She’s high-maintenance as fuck, clingy, and way too needy for my liking. I think my parents thought we’d get together at some point in life, but I knew that shit wasn’t happening. No matter how much she tried.

“Well, I start tomorrow. I can’t wait! I’m so excited,” she coos, twirling her hair with one hand and grabbing my bicep and squeezing with the other. “It’ll be just like ol’ times!”

Not really. I hated hanging out with her, yet she always seemed to weasel her way into my group of friends. She screwed most of them, and continually made her intentions with me clear. She even went as far as to show up naked in my bed one night. That was right before senior prom. A night I won’t ever forget.

“Great,” I reply, offering her a small smile. “So, here’s your key.” I reach for a key box beside the machine and hand it to her as well. “Let’s go to the counter and get you rung up.”

Dad pops out of his office when we reach the front, a friendly smile on his face. “Oh, Felicity, you’re here.”

“I am! I can’t wait to start tomorrow,” she coos, batting her thick, black eyelashes my way again. She leans across the counter, pressing her tits together and upward out of her shirt.

“We’ll get you a few polo shirts. I’m not sure we have your size in stock, but I can order some,” Dad says as he hands her an employment application. An application that’s apparently just a formality at this point.

“Extra small!” she boasts. I’m pretty sure an extra small is going to barely contain the tits she apparently had worked on while I was away. I don’t ever recall Felicity being so well-endowed in the chest area. Now Harper? She has the perfect, natural shape and size that keeps the fantasy coming.

And me coming too…

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