"Well, well, well if it isn't Viktoria Malone. Even in the god-awful grocery store smock you look like you belong at my feet." I look into the face of Mayor Burns, not only has this vile excuse of a man made my life a living hell with the constant ignorance, the belligerent taunts and the vile suggestions that I belong begging him for an orgasm, but his daughter has taken to bullying my son at school and on the playground.
"Mr. Mayor, pleasure to serve you today. Did you find everything that you were looking for?" I plaster on the fake smile and grit my teeth. I remember that I have to stay professional at work.
I can see the line building behind him as everyone stands in awe of this man, a man who repeatedly makes passes at me, that I politely decline. I don't know how much worse he will get until he opens his mouth.
"The best place for you would be between my legs under my desk." He smirks and blows on his fingers like he just made the best announcement ever.
I stare at him and can feel my face heating up and the tears stinging my eyes. Why does this man have to be so ignorant?
"Tabernac." I hear growled just as this gorgeous man pushes his way through the line.
"Burns, do you always have the tact of a gnat when dealing with people, more specifically females?" he growls as he leans down into the mayor's face.
This man is tall with long black hair, a sharp jawline and full, kissable lips. He has dark aviator glasses on, covering his eyes, but his hands are what capture my attention. On his left hand he has a tree, with the roots wrapped around each of his fingers and his thumb.
"Doright, you always seem to stick your nose in my business, maybe it's time I stick mine in yours." He starts to laugh, dramatically tossing his head back and throwing his arms out to the side.
"Mais Mayor dickface, vous forget Dark Leopards MC est votre plus grande threat," he growls but it sounds more like he screamed.
"Gentlemen, I am going to have to ask you to leave before I get into trouble. Please, you are in a public place," I hiss, as I watch my manager storming up from the back of the store.
"I'm sorry Miss," the tall drink of water states and steps back in line.
"How much do I owe you, bitch?" The Mayor growls as the manager puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Your order is on her, Mr. Mayor. I am sorry that she caused such a ruckus." My mouth hangs open as I watch the Mayor walk away with fifty dollars’ worth of steak, that I now have to pay for, out of my salary, a salary that barely covers my damned rent… The whole two hundred dollars I get this week is now going to be short fifty from something that had nothing to do with me.
The tears start to fall from my eyes as I vigorously wipe at my face. I can't be in this store anymore, I step back from the machine and inform the cock that is my manager, "I'm taking a break."
Then I walk out the front of the store and directly to my car.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I scream as I pound my fists on the dashboard. "I knew not to engage in him, and I didn't. Why am I being punished?" I screech at the top of my lungs as a tap comes at my window, just before the door is pulled open and the same hand that I admired in the store grips my arm and pulls me out of my car.
"What the heck! Asking would have been nice, or even better leaving me the hell alone, would have been better." That comes out a little bit louder than I intended, but it gets my point across because he removes his hands and holds them up as if to surrender.
"I'm sorry about what happened in there, ma Chérie. Mayor Burns is not a nice man, and when he called you those vile words, I had to step in. Mrs. Jenkins is on the phone with corporate, informing them of how your co-manager acted. She is also on the phone with one of da council members informing them of how inappropriate the Mayor was to one of his constituents." He hands me five one hundred-dollar bills.
"What is this for?” I ask, staring at the money.
He makes a low groan and steps back.
"Take it please, I need to go but I will find you again." He jams the money into my hand before he spins and runs towards a beautiful royal blue motorcycle and takes off before I can blink.
It’s the oddest exchange I've ever had, but I don't have time because Mrs. Jenkins comes out of the grocery store heading straight for me, a look of rage marking her precious face as she yells into the phone.
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Etienne
I had to get out of there; the burning need to let my animal loose was literally eating at me. I could feel my teeth elongating the closer I got to her.
I knew I should have gone for a run prior to going to the grocery store, but I never thought the Mayor would show up and pick on my mate.
Wait!
What, my mate? They say that the animal inside knows his mate’s scent and when they are close enough it’s like the devil trying to surface. That curvy little cashier made my lynx scream, it made him want to tear through my skin and protect her.
After I dealt with the moronic manager, I mean come on the entire grocery store heard what the mayor had said to her, we all stood up for her by telling the manager that it wasn’t her fault, but yet again Mayor no balls got his way.
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