Ginger likes her romance novels spicy but she discovers real life might be spicier
|Ginger turned the page of the book, fanning her flushed face. “Oh my, this is getting so spicy.”|
Perhaps she should have paid better attention to the store because her eyes lifted to see a man raising an eyebrow at the risque cover of her book.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She blushed, tucking the naughty book behind the register.
“Who is in charge here?” he asked.
Ginger pointed to herself. “I am. Why?”
His cheeks now darkened and he lifted a bag from his side. “I’ve got this book I’m trying to convince stores to carry. And well, I was hoping you might give it a chance.” He handed her a copy.
Defined muscles filled the cover and when she flipped it over to read the blurb, she covered her mouth. When she met his gaze again, she stammered, “This might be too spicy for the store.”
“Oh. I was hoping, given your reading material… Nevermind. I understand, I appreciate your time.”
Instant regret made her speak. “Maybe I can put a few copies out. See how they do.”
“I’d really appreciate that.” He glanced down at the counter then back at her. “This might be out of line but what if we discussed the details over dinner tonight?”
Oh lawd, just like in her romance novels. She resisted the urge to fan herself and nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Great, I know this little place down the road.” He leaned forward and winked. “They add extra spice to the menu if you ask.”
“Oh my. I like it extra spicy,” she breathed out.
“Will six be too early?” he asked, making his way to the door.
“Nope, that’s perfect.” The moment he was out of sight, she leaned against the counter and fanned herself. Extra spicy indeed.