Till The End

Victoria Blisse

Description

Susan falls instantly in lust with a young student she employs to be one of the till staff at the supermarket where she is head of personnel. She is obsessed by him, but twice his age and convinced he could never be interested in her - that is, until the Works Christmas party proves differently... This excellent story, written by award-winning erotic author Victoria Blisse has been specially formatted for today's eBook readers.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 13 mars 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781849893312
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
Till the End

Victoria Blisse



Publisher Information
Till the End
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Victoria Blisse 2014
The right of Victoria Blisse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Till the End
The interviews had not been going well. Since nine o’clock this morning a steady line of rejects and reprobates had streamed in through my door. Some lost the job the minute they walked in. I expect an interviewee to be smart, not dressed in denim, covered in body piercing, and chewing gum. Others had appalling conversation skills and, even though the main job of a checkout assistant is to scan goods, they do need to be able to hold up some form of polite chitchat.
At two PM, I came back after lunch to start again. I heard the click-clack-clop of my heels hitting the cold hard floor as I walked past the next bunch of wanters, needers, and losers, then I saw one who stood out from the rest. I felt myself straightening up even further, sticking out my breasts and even smiling. I caught his gaze and grinned. His face split into a smile that reached his eyes as well as his ears. He was gorgeous; sparkling deep, dark eyes that in the artificial light look almost black, and dark mahogany-brown cropped hair set off his olive tanned skin to perfection.
I bet he’s thick. He can’t be intelligent and pretty, surely? I thought as I shut my office door behind me, sitting down at my desk and automatically reaching for my handbag. I took out my compact and powdered my nose, frowning as I noticed the lines that radiated around my eyes. I’m an old woman of forty-five and that day I felt more like a seventy-year-old, well, apart from when I walked past that young Adonis, then I felt young, virile and sexy.
You daft old bat! I chided myself. He’s a young man, stop fantasizing about him. He won’t want a wrinkled up fat bird on his arm, will he?
I slipped off my black blazer and draped it over my chair back. I sighed as I looked down at the ledge that is my cleavage. Some days I wished my breasts were detachable, they weigh a ton and men talk to them instead of me. They also drop down towards my navel when released from my bra, making me realise that I’m old enough to have gravity take control of my body. I am no longer young, pert, and defiant. The white material of my work blouse pulled taut as I reached forward to pick up a pen. I flipped open another button on my top, pretending to myself that it was because I was overheating in this summer haze and not because images of that young lad were burning in my mind.
I walked to the door, popped my head round, and called the first candidate in. She was a young girl who had at least made an effort to look smart. I looked down the row. The gorgeous lad was looking at one of the employee magazines, boring as hell, but more exciting than staring at the crème brulee colour of the corridor walls. There were another handful of people before I had to see him. I would have calmed down by that time, I hoped.
But, I hadn’t. Every time I took another failure to the door, my eyes were drawn to him. Several times his eyes met mine, making me feel as nervy as this crowd of reprobates looked. I kept calling out names, each time I came to a male name I hoped it was him, but it never was. Well, he was certainly eager, he must have turned up hours early for his interview.
I had really hoped I would have gotten all the potential checkout assistants I needed before getting to him, but I hadn’t. I had a couple who would be worth the training but I still needed a few more.
As my pile of applicants dwindled, I finally came across the application of a young man named James. He had incredibly good A-level results, was studying law at the local university and had a little experience with working in a shop. He looked promising, time again to look out on the scared faces of my potential employees and time once again to attempt to not look at him.
“James Price?” I shouted as I came to the door. I looked round and no one had moved.
“James Price?” I avoided looking over to where he was seated so I didn’t see him until he was within a few paces of me, striding confidently forward. I smiled at him and he returned the smile, confidently looking straight into my eyes as he took hold of my hand and shook it in greeting.
I must have seemed like a right girl, my handshake was as limp as a rag doll in the rain. I couldn’t get past the shocks of sheer sexual need shooting all around me from just the strong grip of a handshake. Warm and soft, I could have held his hand all day, but thankfully some of my motor neurons kicked in and allowed me to let go of his hand and turn around to go back into my office. He grasped hold of the door handle, holding it for me to go in before following himself.