Alexis and the Robin Hood - A Sexy Interracial BWWM Romance Novelette from Steam Books (Romantica) Read Free Page B

a huff last time about Alexis being improperly dressed for her presence.”
    “As if she's the queen of England,” Jack said and sighed. 
    “I'd do it myself, but I have an important meeting that will be taking up the rest of the afternoon.”
    “What would you do yourself?” Alexis asked, walking in with the latest shipment of French panties.
    “Sorry, Darling, I’m in such a hurry,” Lola said while heading for the door. “I don't want to be late. Jack will have to explain it to you.”
    Alexis started to put the newest arrivals on display and looked over at Jack. “What does she want us to do this time?” she asked.
    “Actually, it's Mrs. Van Dedema,” Jack said.
    “What does the old hag want now?” Alexis said, throwing a pair of panties at the display.
    “She thought you were not modestly dressed last time and is insisting on a better fitting bra,” Jack said. 
    “Fine, but let me say for the record, that I hate bras! And the irony of me working in a shop that sells them is not lost on me,” Alexis said, starting up on her soap box. “Bras are just cages. They keep women to a certain style of beauty that society says is good, but is totally unnatural and unachievable...” Alexis continued her rant. 
    Jack had heard her about a million times talk about this before, and while he wholeheartedly agreed with her, he knew that if they were going to see Mrs. Van Dedema again, Alexis was going to have to get a better bra.
    “Let's get those puppies into something a little more restricting then, shall we?” Jack asked, poking Alexis in the ribs,
    “Jack, don't make me slap you,” Alexis said. Jack could see the corners of her mouth turning up into his favorite smile.
    “How about iron chest plate bra of doom,” Jack said as he headed toward the closet in the back where they kept the special orders.
    “Seriously, Jack, I will slap you,” Alexis said with a giggle.
    Jack took the measuring tap out of the closet and Alexis took off her shirt. In the last two months working with her, Jack had touched more women's breasts than he had previously thought possible in one lifetime. Of course, the one woman whose breasts he actually wanted to touch and mold into his hands thought he was gay. Jack closed his eyes as he faced Alexis. He wanted to see her breasts, but this was not how he wanted to see them.
    “Jack, open your eyes, you silly, pasty boy,” she said.
    “I just don't want to see you naked,” Jack said with his eyes still closed.
    “You are gay,” Alexis said. “They are just titties. You worried that mine are so good looking they'll scare you straight?”
    “No,” he said, slowly opening his eyes, but keeping them on focused on her face. “Do you want to see Lola naked?”
    “Why on earth would you ask that?” Alexis asked and then it dawned on her. “Oh wait, we work together and you don't want to see all of your coworkers naked. Got it. But these orders are from the boss. If I have to wear a bra, then you gotta look at my boobs. Sorry, kid.”
    Jack laughed and pulled the tape measure out. He tried not to stare at the beautiful mounds, but he couldn't keep his eyes off them for long.
    “So, I thought that we could put you in a pretty standard minimizing sports bra,” Jack said. 
    He hated to suggest it. First of all because those were the ones that Alexis hated the most and secondly, he hated the thought that he wouldn’t be able to see her breasts move softly under her shirt.
    “Why do women do this to themselves on purpose,” Alexis moaned. Alexis tried on one that Jack handed her and then quickly took it off and handed it back. “It works. But don't you expect me to wear it except for that yucky old hag.”
    “Here's your shirt,” Jack said, handing her back her light pink t-shirt.
    “Oh Jack, you are always such a gentleman,” Alexis said. She started to put on her shirt, but stopped. “Have you just, like, ever squeezed a boob? Even once?”
    Jack had of course