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"Excuse me?" Her voice was bold and fresh. She had an accent King couldn't quite place. Glancing at the lady he took in her casual attire.
She wore denim shorts, short but not too short caressing the generous curve of her rear and the wide set of her hips. Paired with white sneakers and a white t—shirt she looked casual but attractive.
The golden brown skin canvassing her body a beautiful soft looking hue. It reached to the gentle features of her face. Her lips small and pouty, her eyes almost slit like as she squinted at him.
Judging by the glasses perched atop her head she wasn't seeing him all too well. "Me?" He said and looked around the aisle, it was still only them there, not the busiest day in Target.
"Yes." She said and nodded with her answer, jet black curly hair bouncing as she did. She was maybe 5'2" but looking at her the curves made up for the height.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
He wasn't going to show her his interest, women like her were a dime a dozen these days. There could be some plastic in her too. "Are you single?" She asked.
He wondered if this was the point where men fell at her feet. A lesser man than himself might have. Her voice was so happy it was irritating. "Yes." He answered his irritation seeping into his voice but her smile told him she didn't pick it up.
"Thank goodness." She said. King sighed looking down at the doll in his hands, where was she going with this pointless conversation and could she speed it up? He checked his watch.
"I would be mortified asking you this if you were in a relationship." She said, she sounded genuine and it rubbed him the wrong way. A goody two shoes or a demon he couldn't figure out which she was. "Okay." His input wasn't warranted but he felt awkward, he made sure to drag the word. Judging by her blush she was finally aware of his disinterest.
"What size shirt do you wear?" Confused he thought on the question, not because he somehow forgot his shirt size on the spot, but because he didn't expect the question. He had expected something with more ranch.
"Why are you asking?" He asked, he had to admit that was a new way to ask a man out. Being cooped up in his office he wasn't on the dating scene all that much it may have changed.
"I would like help picking out a shirt." She scanned his attire up and down. "Looking at you I think you would know just what I want." He narrowed his eyes at her, somehow he didn't understand her logic in the least.
If she were buying a shirt for someone she could just ask the person their size and pick out a shirt she would like to see them in. So she thought she was slick or something?
He put the trolls doll back and took up a tiara and wand set complete with wings. His niece would like that and it would go well with his other gift. He decided in the moment to help the lady and play as if he didn't know she was hitting on him.
"You want it in my size?" He looked down at himself and back at her. Ten inches was a good length. He wondered if she would know what to do with it. That was his abstinence talking.
"Preferably and length, or does the size and length like go hand in hand?" She flushed looking embarrassed of not knowing if the shirt length varied. He had no idea how conversation about a shirt could get so dicy. Looking at it she might just be socially awkward.
Did the size and length go hand in hand? He thought it did. "Pardon my verbal diarrhea but could you help me please?" She batted her eyelashes and twisted her fingers.
It wasn't seductive he didn't even know why she did it. "Sure, follow me." He said walking towards the men's clothing section. He heard her footsteps as she followed close behind and noticed other men in the store openly stared at her.
King himself found her physically attractive and if he were looking for a fling he would entertain her a bit more. She must have had many lovers in the past if her figure was anything to go by.
She wore glasses and it gave her something of an intelligent look but only enough to be the sexy teacher in a porno. If he was two years younger what he wouldn't give to have her smiling mouth wrapped around his cock.
Glancing back at her briefly he saw her brush her hands on a few fabrics. Her glasses now sitting on the bridge of her nose.
"Here we are." He said, pointing as he stopped in front of a couple racks containing men's shirts. Going through them he took one out and passed it to her.
Her hands ran over the fabric and she rubbed it between her chubby looking fingers. He wondered if she ever used them to tease her own entrance. Then again in his day the girls with the bigger asses were normally lazy in bed.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked away appearing to be in thought.
It was a plain blue shirt with a polo sign on it's chest. "Not to your liking?" He asked trying to pull his eyes away from her moistened lips and to her now fully opened chocolate brown eyes.
She had really pretty eyes but he didn't expect otherwise, it went with the image. He would bet she was Instagram famous. "Actually I would love to get this shirt but." She paused. "Would you wear this?" She asked holding it out to him.
Nodding in response he reinforced his answer with a simple "Yes." King watched her with a keen eye. This was where she would ask for his number, there was no way she was actually interested in a shirt.
"Okay." She said still smiling at him, he didn't know if it was a rehearsed smile or not. "I'll take it."
Nodding he made to walk by her. His job was done. A small hand came out to hold his arm. "Thank you." She was looking up at him. Eyes swimming with an emotion he couldn't place.
He was sure he saw loneliness there however. It drew her to him but King wasn't going to get involved. She was the type you would have a casual fuck with and forget about. Not what he was looking for although it would make for a good distraction.
"Your welcome." He said showing her an obvious fake smile and a breath she seemed to be holding passed her lips. Her hand fell away from him and she turned back to the racks.
He watched her take up two shirts similar to the one he picked out. A pink and a yellow, now he had to change his thesis. Maybe she actually wanted the shirts. He shrugged going about his business.
Cashing his niece's present and a sweater for his sister he made his way out to his car.
He whistled as he took in a Bugatti parked just across from his truck. It was in a sleek black. His eyes trained on it he didn't miss when a little boy came out.
He was wearing a white t—shirt and blue jeans with white sneakers. The neatest little thing. He looked as dapper as King would want his child to look in the future. The little boy closed the car door harshly looking around.
His little eyes caught King's and to his dismay the child sprinted over to him. He didn't know the child and he didn't know what to do when he stopped at his feet.
"Mister?" His voice still had it's baby quality, he had to be at least four year's old. "Yes?" King asked out of concern as panic washed the child's features.
It was as if he remembered something scary just then. "Are you a stranger?" The boy asked and squared his shoulders craning his neck to look at the older man. "To you yes." King answered amused.
The boy hissed biting his thumb. He seemed deep in thought for a mere second before he stuck his hand out for a handshake. "I'm Aiden." Bending to his height King took his little hand into his.
"King." Excitement rushed across the child's face. "You're a king?" Aiden asked sounding excited and King didn't want to correct him. He didn't get the chance to either.
"Aiden!" A panicked voice called. A voice King had heard before. He turned watching the dark haired lady sprint in fear to where they stood. Before he could register it she was snatching the boy up from in front of him.
"What did I tell you about talking to strangers?" She said in a harsh reprimand King didn't think was necessary shaking the child in her hand. "He isn't a stranger he's a King!" Aiden said throwing his hands out.
King held his laugh in watching how clueless but stubborn Aiden was. There was something about the freedom of a child that King always envied since the day he got his first job.
"I don't care if he was bloody Jesus you are not to talk to strangers unless mommy or aunty says so." She said to Aiden, she didn't sound angry but her tone was harsh. What did Jesus do to her?
"Okay." The boy answered defeated. Cute, King thought. Sweeping her eyes up to King who now stood to his full height, he noticed as recognition set it. "I hear you are a king." She said and an amused laugh escaped him. He didn't know what to expect.
"That's my name actually." He answered with an easy smile. Her eyes took in his face for what felt like the first time. "It suits you." A blush crept to her cheeks and she looked away.
"Thank you." His voice was lower than he intended and came off much too flirty. "See aunty, I told you he is a king." Aiden said his hands crossed over his chest.
"Thanks again for earlier." She said ignoring the child's declaration. Carrying her shopping bag in one hand and an arguing child in the other she made her way to her car.
"Aiden I told you not to get out the car." She said, King walked over to his car but their voices still carried over to him. With a car that expensive, she might already have a wealthy man taking care of her.
"But I want to pee aunty." The child complained. Putting the bag in the car she stood at the door with the little boy. "Do you want a bottle?" She asked and laughed when he scrunched his face up.
"Ewww!" He said, disgust clear in his voice. Laughing at her nephew's reaction she closed the car heading back to the store. "But aunty did you see him?" Aiden asked apparently still having more to say.
"See who baby?" She asked in a softer tone that sounded more genuine than the one she used with King. It was obvious she had a soft spot for Aiden. It also lead him to believe that she wasn't hitting on him at all, she didn't even give him her name. "King, he was really tall and his hair.." the child's voice trailed off but King couldn't shake the feeling of being talked about.
Getting into his car he pulled out of the parking lot. He misjudged her but at least he would never see her again.
