I never begged before that Southern gentleman came along.
I was a strong, God fearing woman.
From the moment we met, my pussy was branded for a dalliance only deities preordain.
Him having that deep south bama accent and ocean blue eyes didn’t help me neither.
Most girls at work never looked his way.
He was the guy that some considered an acquaintance and to others a friend they could talk to during a break.
Not me though.
Oh no.
I knew he’d be trouble for me once I heard we were the same age.
With that scruffy beard of his, he looked much wiser than 24.
Beards make me weak at the knees but I wasn’t about to melt for that brawny cowboy.
Tall as an NBA player, I had no choice but to look up when I answered his shift reports.
I hated looking up to him.
He was dominant by genetics.
Even our managers had to look up to him.
It was intimidating to everyone but for me, I just gave him more trouble and sass than anyone.