succeed more than I do. You know that.”
“Then don’t run home and tell Mac I’ve opened a sex-toy shop so he can go blabbing to his mother.”
“With the way the grapevine works around here, I bet she already knows.”
“Let her say whatever she wants. I have all the proper paperwork and licenses. There’s nothing anyone can do. I’m determined to make a go of this place.”
“I wish you nothing but the best of luck.” Maddie gave Tiffany a hug. “I’ve got to get home before my boobs explode. Hailey is due for a feeding. Hope your opening is a smashing success.”
“Thanks,” Tiffany said, waving her sister off with a sinking sensation in her belly.
When the first hour passed without a single customer, Tiffany didn’t think much of it. On a busy spring Saturday, people were at the beach or enjoying other outdoor activities. Maybe this wasn’t the best time of year to open a new store after all.
By the time the third hour had come and gone, Tiffany realized she was being snubbed. A sense of panic unlike anything she’d ever experienced seized her. Everything she had was wrapped up in this store. Everything. If no one ever came, she’d be ruined.
“Um, boss,” Patty said, flitting nervously about the small store. “Should I put away the cheese?”
Tiffany glanced at the table they’d so lovingly put together with red plates and napkins, crackers, cheese, veggies and dip, and other treats for first-day customers. “Yes,” she said. “Please.”
While Patty got busy clearing off the table, Tiffany wandered to the front window. Across the street, a Gansett Island Police SUV sat in the grocery store parking lot. Blaine was probably glad her store was a bust. It would mean less trouble for him if people didn’t patronize her place and she went quietly out of business. She thought about the stack of bills she’d ignored while pouring every dime she had into her store. Going quietly out of business simply wasn’t an option. She had to do something to drum up some business, and she had to do it right now.
Feeling energized, Tiffany turned away from the window and marched over to one of the more scandalous racks of lingerie. She knew exactly what she was looking for and found it toward the back. Holding up the naughty nurse outfit, Tiffany smiled. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She took the outfit into the changing room and put it on, once again carefully hanging up her silk blouse and skirt and then donning her spike heels.
When she saw Tiffany emerge from the fitting room, Patty’s mouth fell open. “Um, boss, what’re you doing?”
“Just a little advertising,” Tiffany said as she adjusted the white bustier over her breasts. “How can they know what we’re selling if we don’t show them?”
“Well, um, don’t you think the name of the store kind of speaks for itself?”
“That’s only half the story. I’m going to show them the other half.”
“But Tiffany, there were cars crashing earlier. What if that happens again?”
“How is that my fault?”
“Oh, um, well…”
“Wish me luck,” Tiffany said on her way out the door.
“Good luck,” Patty said warily.
When Blaine saw Tiffany emerge from the store, he sat up from the slouch he’d slipped into as he kept an eye on things across the street. “What the hell?” he muttered before he groaned. She was going to be the death of him—the living, breathing death . While the horny male part of him took a good long look at the luscious skin and long, firm legs, the cop recognized the potential for further traffic mayhem and reached for the door handle.
But then he stopped himself. What exactly did he plan to say to her? That she couldn’t strut around half dressed? Well, half might be giving that outfit too much credit. That she couldn’t cause a traffic hazard by distracting passing drivers? He’d tried all that before, and she’d brushed him off as skillfully as any woman had ever
“Then don’t run home and tell Mac I’ve opened a sex-toy shop so he can go blabbing to his mother.”
“With the way the grapevine works around here, I bet she already knows.”
“Let her say whatever she wants. I have all the proper paperwork and licenses. There’s nothing anyone can do. I’m determined to make a go of this place.”
“I wish you nothing but the best of luck.” Maddie gave Tiffany a hug. “I’ve got to get home before my boobs explode. Hailey is due for a feeding. Hope your opening is a smashing success.”
“Thanks,” Tiffany said, waving her sister off with a sinking sensation in her belly.
When the first hour passed without a single customer, Tiffany didn’t think much of it. On a busy spring Saturday, people were at the beach or enjoying other outdoor activities. Maybe this wasn’t the best time of year to open a new store after all.
By the time the third hour had come and gone, Tiffany realized she was being snubbed. A sense of panic unlike anything she’d ever experienced seized her. Everything she had was wrapped up in this store. Everything. If no one ever came, she’d be ruined.
“Um, boss,” Patty said, flitting nervously about the small store. “Should I put away the cheese?”
Tiffany glanced at the table they’d so lovingly put together with red plates and napkins, crackers, cheese, veggies and dip, and other treats for first-day customers. “Yes,” she said. “Please.”
While Patty got busy clearing off the table, Tiffany wandered to the front window. Across the street, a Gansett Island Police SUV sat in the grocery store parking lot. Blaine was probably glad her store was a bust. It would mean less trouble for him if people didn’t patronize her place and she went quietly out of business. She thought about the stack of bills she’d ignored while pouring every dime she had into her store. Going quietly out of business simply wasn’t an option. She had to do something to drum up some business, and she had to do it right now.
Feeling energized, Tiffany turned away from the window and marched over to one of the more scandalous racks of lingerie. She knew exactly what she was looking for and found it toward the back. Holding up the naughty nurse outfit, Tiffany smiled. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She took the outfit into the changing room and put it on, once again carefully hanging up her silk blouse and skirt and then donning her spike heels.
When she saw Tiffany emerge from the fitting room, Patty’s mouth fell open. “Um, boss, what’re you doing?”
“Just a little advertising,” Tiffany said as she adjusted the white bustier over her breasts. “How can they know what we’re selling if we don’t show them?”
“Well, um, don’t you think the name of the store kind of speaks for itself?”
“That’s only half the story. I’m going to show them the other half.”
“But Tiffany, there were cars crashing earlier. What if that happens again?”
“How is that my fault?”
“Oh, um, well…”
“Wish me luck,” Tiffany said on her way out the door.
“Good luck,” Patty said warily.
When Blaine saw Tiffany emerge from the store, he sat up from the slouch he’d slipped into as he kept an eye on things across the street. “What the hell?” he muttered before he groaned. She was going to be the death of him—the living, breathing death . While the horny male part of him took a good long look at the luscious skin and long, firm legs, the cop recognized the potential for further traffic mayhem and reached for the door handle.
But then he stopped himself. What exactly did he plan to say to her? That she couldn’t strut around half dressed? Well, half might be giving that outfit too much credit. That she couldn’t cause a traffic hazard by distracting passing drivers? He’d tried all that before, and she’d brushed him off as skillfully as any woman had ever
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