Click cover to enlarge it
Jennifer Watson drummed her fingers impatiently on the counter and with a sour expression regarded the expensively bound hardback book, featuring on the cover a statue of Aphrodite, that lay out before her. Then she lifted her eyes to the swarthy and somewhat shifty-eyed distributor who stood waiting before her. She was briefly but acutely aware that his attention had been focused not on the book, nor on her face even. He’d been leering lasciviously at the fully upthrust mounds of her breasts, breasts whose inviting shape could not be concealed even in the most modest of blouses.
The twenty-four-year-old blonde scowled in irritation, and across from her Lou Kelly smiled.
“I’ve told you, Lou,” Jennifer began tiredly. “I don’t know how many times I’ve told you. I’m not turning this bookstore into some kind of Scandinavian sex shop. And that’s that.”
“Honey,” Lou said, slurring the word slightly to reveal not surprisingly that he’d done more drinking than eating during his lunch. “This is different. This is the hottest selling item in town right now.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.