Page 10 of Forever Fickle

“Mmmmmm! I love me some southern women because those are some sweet flapjacks that you are bringing to the terminal.”

“Buzz off, buddy…” Karen bit out angrily in disbelief.

“Honey, if you want me to butter you up and lick the syrup off – just say so and we can leave now.”

“Pervert…” she snapped hotly, feeling her face flush with mortification as one man walking through security, right after the other, were looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“You want some sausage with those?” an older man with a beard said to her, wagging his eyebrows before walking off and laughing.

“THAT’S SEXUAL HARASSMENT…” she hollered after him, before looking down at her clothing to make sure she didn’t have her zipper undone on her slacks or maybe her underwear sticking out of her pants.

She smoothed a hand over her blouse to make sure her bra didn’t show through the rayon material… and heard another voice much too close to her.

“You look absolutely delicious, and I’ll definitely make breakfast for us in the morning…”

“What?” she screeched in disbelief as he grabbed her arm. “Don’t touch me!”

“You’re advertising and I’m certainly willing to buy. Don’t play hard to get honey – I’m in. You don’t have to try to win me over,” he said arrogantly, taking her by the arm again.

Karen jerked her arm back and hurriedly reached in her purse for the tiny pink can of mace on her keychain.

“Whatever… you’re not worth the trouble…” he snapped, walking off the moment she brandished her can towards him.

Stunned, she looked around to see that she was being eyed by at least twenty men in the baggage claim… some lecherously and others with avid curiosity.

Karen felt her face getting hot with embarrassment and perhaps this request of her boss was a bit much? She hadn’t thought so when he asked! She had flown out of DFW and Love Field several times,neverreceiving treatment like this.

She was a teacher for goodness’ sake!

Everything she owned was modest and she was very careful of her attire after her first year of teaching when her skirt got tucked into her slip. Oh yes, that was a very hard lesson learned. She switched to slacks, dress shirts, comfortable shoes – no heels, and wore nothing attention getting or could get snagged on something.

Now her biggest threat was ink, chalk, markers, or sticky hands from a loving child…

“Hot Cakes?”

Karen was livid.

She turned, looked at the gorgeous man who was smiling at her, and saw red. Flinging the sign at him, she stormed off towards the parking garage.

Nothingwas worththis!

She would just call one of the managers on duty, telling them that they would need to have someone else come and pick up Jace Sorenson.

Getting out her phone… she heard someone yelling behind her.

“Hey! Where are we going, honey?”

“Get away from me!”

“You’re my ride tonight…”

“I’m not youranything, you sexist, nasty man!” she snapped, nearly running towards her vehicle as she heard the line ringing on her cell phone. “Pick up the phone, darn it!”

Glancing back, she saw that the gorgeous guy was jogging slowly across the parking lot after her and getting precariously close.

Her fight-or-flight mentality was making her heart thump noisily in her chest… and she was getting precariously close to a panic attack.

No job was worth getting attacked in a parking lot!

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