I pulled out box after box. “Six, six and a half, seven, seven and a half.”
“Seven and a half,” she said dejectedly.
I handed her the box.
“My pretties.” She took out the shoes and placed them on the floor.
Something about seeing her wobble slightly as she slipped her bare feet in them, the shadows from the lamp contouring around her body, was intriguing, intimate, enticing.
“Just like Cinderella,” she sighed happily. “Though I think she probably had super-duper tiny feet. You’d think I’d have smaller feet too,” she chattered on, voice filling the study, “but you’d be wrong. I have huge feet. Huge hands too. It makes hand jobs awkward. It’s probably because I ate too much junk food as a child and stunted my height.”
I was still stuck on hearing her say hand jobs, and wanting to kill any man she’d been with.
It’s not any of your business.
“You …”
“Made a very naughty joke, yes, I know. Don’t tell the folks at Disney.” Her shoulder slumped. “Not that it matters. I tried to keep my record squeaky-clean so the Mouse would hire me,and it didn’t work. Anyway.” She brightened up. “Thanks for the shoes! Now I can better assist you with—”
“Don’t say hand jobs,” I deadpanned.
She let out a peal of laughter and clapped her hands.
“I mean, now I can be a better assistant who won’t embarrass Richmond Electric.”
I tilted my head. “You don’t embarrass the company.”
“You’re sweet.” She took a step toward me, spreading her arms out. “Thanks, Grayson. That was very kind of you.”
I couldn’t hug her.
Even though I wanted to.
Don’t be weird.
I halfheartedly raised my arms just as she put hers down.
“Not a hugger? A handshake then.”
Her hands still felt a little cold as I clasped her smaller one in mine.
“Let me drive you home,” I offered.
“No way! I have to take these babies out for a spin and make all the boys crazy!”
19
LEXI
“Did you rob a store?” McKenna’s grandmother asked when I walked into the tiny studio apartment where she and McKenna were drinking wine.
I leaned down to scratch Gizzy on the side of his head. The massive lizard bucked against my hand.
“Grayson bought these for me.”
“Grayson?” McKenna was speechless. “Our boss?”
“Man, the going rate for a blow job sure has gone up. We used to blow our bosses for a line of coke,” her grandmother remarked.
