Taste Me Read Free

“Obviously, since that’s my first
name, but how do you know it?”
    He shrugged. “Oh, I learn as much as possible
about the customers of Earth Harvest.”
    He’s some kind of sneak, she thought.
    He said, “I was wondering where you’re from
and do you have family close by.”
    She shook her head. “Tell me about yourself
first. You owe me that after putting that thing in my
grocery bag. You know, come to think of it, I should report what
you did to the store’s management and the police.” Maybe
that will rattle him, the…the sexy bastard.
    He chuckled. “Why don’t you do that?”
    She hissed. “Didn’t you know that what you
did was very risky, and with a woman you know nothing about?” She
thought she’d make him squirm a little more.
    He nodded. “Yes, very risky, but risk is
sometimes exciting and you were worth it, because I got to meet
you.”
    She seethed at his response. Decided to
change the subject. “You’re new in the produce department aren’t
you? Did you just start working there?” She’d already noticed that
he wasn’t wearing a ring and didn’t have a tan line on his finger.
And oh, how he filled out his washed-out jeans and blue cotton
shirt; his thick dark hair trailing across the collar.
    “I’ve been working for Earth Harvest since I
was in high school, umm…about twelve years now.”
    “And you’re still working in the
produce section?” Her voice carried a little surprise.
    “I started out as a bag boy; I can work most
of the jobs in the company.”
    She leaned back in her seat, crossing her
arms across her chest, secretly hoping that would push her breasts
up a little more. Tease the bastard, she thought, if he’s so
interested in me. “Jumping from job to job, does that mean you’re
having trouble finding your niche in the world of work?” She
couldn’t keep the smirk off her face.
    He smiled, pulling a card from his shirt
pocket, writing on the back with his pen. He handed the card to
her. When his clean, manicured fingers touched hers a flutter
passed over her. “The front side is business; the number on the
back is my personal, private cell. Call me anytime.”
    She said, “I doubt I’ll be calling.”
    “I want hold my breath either, but you at
least have it.”
    Then she flipped the card over reading his
name and the business information: Jonah Mitchell, Vice-President Special Projects. A slow blush started up her
neck. OMG! He is management. Damn! What an assumption I
made. She tried to recover from being stunned. “Well, what were
you doing working in the produce section, Jonah ? Get
demoted?”
    He held his smile, as his eyes swept from her
breasts, back to her eyes. “I have a degree in Business Process
Reengineering. It’s the new term for efficiency expert , one
who studies business processes from top to bottom, you know, things
like work flow, scheduling, time variables, a lot of other stuff
that’s not that interesting to talk about when I’m seated across
the table from a very desirable woman.” Her pulse quickened at his
comment and his handsome features added fuel to some kind of desire
stirring in the pit of her stomach. Oh, god, his mouth, his lips
moving when he talks…oooh. I’ll bet they are very efficient at all
kinds of things. Oh, god, why am I having these thoughts?
    He continued. “When we update segments of our
business, I usually spend time in local stores, getting a feel for
where we are and what we need to do as a company to improve our
customer service.”
    Her mouth spoke before her brain thought.
“Does that service include putting a dildo in an unsuspecting
woman’s grocery bag?”
    He smiled leaning into the table. “In your
case, I want to fuck you; not the dildo.”
    She gasped as heat flooded her labia. But
frozen speechless again at his confident directness.
    “May I get you a fresh coffee, while you
think about that option?”
    She swallowed trying to muster her voice.
“No, I mean yes…to the coffee.”