“Is there a problem here?”
Mo turned, and since he still had his fingers in my jeans, Iwas pulled around to see a woman standing there wearing a King Soopers apronwith a nametag on it that said Rhonda with the word Manager under it.
“Yes, Rhonda, there’s a problem,” I informed her.“She,”I swung a pointed finger to Tammy, “cheated onhim,” I jerked a thumbover my shoulder to Mo, “withhim.”I finished this pointing in thedirection of the boyfriend.
Rhonda looked between Mo and the boyfriend, cast herjudgment openly through her expression (that’s what I’mtalkin’about!) and was looking disbelievingly at Tammy when I carried on.
“Then she just strolled up to him.No!Tous!Righthere in the aisle and said, ‘hey.’”
Rhonda’s brows shot up at me and she looked again at Tammy.
“You said, ‘hey?’”Rhonda asked.
“We’d really just like to move along,” the boyfriend sharedwith Rhonda.
Rhonda again looked between Mo and the boyfriend before shetold the boyfriend, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, move along,” I called after them as the boyfriendgrabbed the cart, did a tight turn, and hustled down the aisle.“And you getnear Mo again,Tammy, I’ll tear your hair out.”
Tammy turned, mouthedfuck youto me…
And then it happened.
Mo was a big guy.
Normally, Mo did not move like Mikhail Baryshnikov anddefinitely not like Usain Bolt.
But I learned when the man wanted to move, he moved.
I knew this when one second, he was at my back, holding ontomy jeans, and the next second, he was five feet down the aisle, in front ofTammy, cutting off her retreat.He was also bent at the waist, hands to hiships, right in her face.
“No,” he growled.
That was it.
Though that word rumbled down the aisle like a rock slide.
Tammy stood with her back to me, completely immobile for asecond, then she did a wide side step and practically ran down the aisle.
“Keep ahold a’ that one,sistah,”Rhonda murmured to me.Then called to Mo, “We good, big man?”
“Yup,” he grunted, moseying back to me, again movingcumbersomely, each step powerfully swaying his hips in a masculine cadence thatmade my mouth water.
What those hips could do between my legs I could notcontemplate or I’d have an orgasm in King Soopers.
Right.
It appeared it was high time to take a moment to reflect.
I’d just acted demented in a freaking King Soopers of allplaces.
I wasn’t fond of cheaters but that wasn’t about Tammy beinga cheater.
I’d staked my claim before I even knew she was a cheater.
Hell, before I even knew she was an actual ex of Mo’s.
So that was about wanting Mo, Mo not wanting me, being inhis presence twenty-four seven, sleeping with him in my room, and me lettingoff some steam.
