Stalking the Sexy Latin Store Clerk
When obsession meets desire.
When Andrew catches sight of Roman—the green-eyed, broad-shouldered Latin Adonis who works at the convenience store near his loft—desire strikes him like lightning. Roman's allure is undeniable, but there's one problem: he's straight.
Or so Andrew believes.
After a year off the dating scene, Andrew is ready to push past doubt and go after what he craves most, even if it means risking everything to uncover what truly lies behind Roman’s smoldering gaze.
My eyes cut over as I pretended to look at the variety of lip balms available on the tiny aisle. For a second, he looked directly at me. He may have even cracked a smile. All I know is he was Latin with green eyes and had an impressive build. My lust for Latin men had become an addiction. Maybe it was the accent. It had to be. Yes, the accent was an instant underwear dropper... if I wore them.
It all started about a week ago. I noticed Roman while my friend Addy gassed up for our road trip to New York. The heat in Atlanta had reached 100 degrees. I went inside to pick up a few water bottles for our trip, and Roman caught my eye.
Roman busied himself, stocking the potato chips on the aisle's end cap. I passed by and got a whiff of his intoxicating scent. His black boxers revealed themselves as he performed his clerk duties. I willed myself not to attack him in the middle of the aisle. If it weren't for the four people in the store, I would have found a reason to trip and fall onto his dick.
"Can I help you with something?" Roman asked. His thick accent oozed pure sex. With the blink of his eyes and his courteous smile, it was as if he were moving in slow motion. His thick eyelashes were long and dark. For a second, I thought he was wearing mascara.
I stumbled over my words. "Thank you!" I blurted. I padded to the double door and walked quickly to the car.
"Andrew, what's wrong?" Addy asked. "Where’s the water?"
"Just get in," I said, slamming the door and peeling out of the lot.
My hands gripped the steering wheel as I merged into traffic. I don't know what came over me. Just the sight of Roman sent me into a mind fuck. I couldn't think.
Since then, my visits to Quickie Mart have become regular. Addy said I'd become a stalker. Stalker was a little harsh. I preferred the term enthusiast. Roman worked the first shift and took his break just before noon. He didn't work Sundays and left early on Thursdays.
"Hi, Andrew. Back again? That's twice today," Roman said as he approached me with the swagger of a Tiger stalking his prey.
"You know me, I always forget something," I said.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, flexing his arms as he crossed them.
"Ahh--" I looked around, trying to think. "Ummm... lottery tickets!"
"Cool, we keep them behind the counter. You want to play the numbers or get the scratch-offs?"
I'd never played the lotto. It didn't matter what I got. "Um, your choice. I trust you."
"Really now. Hmm. Let's see. I think scratch-offs," he said, walking over to the massive plastic casing of tickets. "These seem to be pretty popular. We had a guy win five hundred bucks a few days ago."
"Sounds perfect!"
"How many?" Roman asked, pulling his bottom lip in and biting it gently. Maybe it was the heat coming in as the doors opened, but I felt my body temperature rise as his eyes scanned me.
"Five, please," I said, reaching for my credit card.
"Sorry, man, it's only cash for this stuff."
"Wow, okay." I reached into my jeans pockets and pulled out my cash. "Give me three dollars worth then." I smiled and ran my fingers through my brown locks, pulling the curls from my forehead.
"Good luck," Roman said, giving me a slight wink. Before walking out the sliding doors, I saw him watching me walk away. He nodded and smiled seductively, leaving me with the impression that there was an opening.