She probably had a great time at the wedding, but it had nothing to do with me. Every time she’d interact with big ol’ me, I’d try to show an interest and an appreciation that she was trying. But she always looked confused or put off after each attempt.
I wait several more minutes to leave the bakery than I had originally planned, because I don’t want to bump into her. Getting up to pop by the bookshop next door before I finally go to the delicacies shop, the whole reason I came to Branwen Beach today. I shouldn’t leave the sauce in my car too much longer, either, with the day heating up.
A half hour later, I toss my Turn the Paige shopping bag into the truck cab and grab a box of my sauce. Last time I was here, I mentioned to Jeanine Capitan that I have been working on a new sauce recipe for several months. She begged me to bring her a bottle when I perfected it, so I’m excited to give her my final creation.
Walking into the shop, I freeze as soon as I see the voluptuous figure standing behind the counter. Looking desperately around to make a quick exit before she notices me, Elizabeth’s alluring voice sends an anxious chill down my spine.
“Hi. Can I help you?”
Swallowing, I walk up to the counter, unable to look away from her eyes. She is speaking friendly enough to me, but not with the same warmth as when she spoke to me at the wedding.
“Is, uh, is your aunt here? I, uh, didn’t realize you also work here.”
“I don’t,” Elizabeth’s tone is impatient. “My aunt is in Hawaii for the week, so I agreed to cover the store for her. I’m pretty sure I told you I am a principal.”
Crap, she now sounds annoyed. Stellar job, Angus.
“Yes, yes. My apologies. OK, well, I was in town and wanted to bring Jeanine some bottles of my truffle sauce. She wanted to try it when I perfected my recipe.”
“Ah, OK. You can leave them here. Although I think I should have you fill out the form that she has for stuff like this. Hold on one sec.”
Watching Elizabeth walk into the backroom, I can’t help but soak in the sway of her juicy peach of an ass. Gah, her curves drive me mad. Why did I let them? Who knows? It’s not like I’ll ever get to enjoy them.
Right then, a crash in the backroom wakes me up from my voluptuous woman stupor.
“Liz? Uh, Elizabeth? You OK?” I call out and only get a groan in response.
Rushing behind the counter, I look into the room and find Elizabeth on the floor, nursing her ankle, next to a folding step stool.
“Stupid me didn’t notice the stool wasn't fully set up,” she grumbles.
Walking into the backroom, the door swings shut behind me. I crouch down next to the beautiful woman, who looks up at me with her chocolate brown eyes.
“I think I may have sprained my ankle. Do you mind grabbing the desk chair out by the cash register? It rolls.”
“No problem.”
Standing up, I walk over to the door and attempt to yank it open. But the knob won’t turn.
“Um, does this lock from the outside?”
“Shit. Yes.” She says, then slaps her hand onto her forehead. “Crap, my phone is out there under the register.”
Grabbing mine out of my back pocket, I groan when I see it’s now fully dead. The beautiful, short-haired woman looks up at me with desperation in her eyes.
“Sorry, Elizabeth, my phone is dead.”
5
Elizabeth
As soon as Angus realizes we are trapped without a working phone, he gets to work making me more comfortable. Finding some brightly colored fabric that my aunt sometimes uses in her window displays, he creates a makeshift cushion for me to sit on. He continues to poke around the backroom and groans in disappointment.
“I want to elevate your ankle on the step, but I can’t find anything to make it more comfortable.”
“Oh, that’s OK, I can just put it on there,” I say, lifting my leg and cringing from the pain.
“Hold on, hold on. You’re clearly in pain. Um. I have an idea.”
