Service with a Smile
Janewas so immersed in reading the back of the novel she was holding that she barelyheard what the stranger had said to her. "Excuse me?" She said as sheturned to her new companion.
"Ihad said," he says, reaching past Jane to the book shelf behind her,pulling a novel from the shelf, "that his first novel was somewhat dry,his second is much better."
"Oh?I had heard nothing but good things about it." She says holding up thebook in her hand. She quickly gives hima once over, her eyes meeting his once again as a smile parts her lips.
"Truthbe told, it put me to sleep at least half a dozen times before I got throughit."
"Thatdry huh?" she laughs.
"Itwas like he was trying to stay safe. He feels much more confident in thesecond." He says, handing Jane thenovel.
"I'llhave to give it a shot then won't I?" She turns to replace her original choice. He can’t help but notice theroundness of her behind straining the seams of her dress.
"Sodo you work here?" Jane asks.
"No.Just trying to save you from wasting eight dollars."
Janesmiles and nods her head towards the bookstore's attached coffee shop; her redhair sweeping across her shoulders. "Well, then I insist on buying you acoffee." she says with a wink, a move that would have been cute had shedone it ten years ago, but only served to deepen the crow's feet that Jane hadbeen trying desperately to hide.
"Farbe it for me to turn down such an offer." he says as he places his hand onthe small of Jane's back and leads her towards the coffee shop.
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Theygrab a table and put down their coffees. Jane take's out the new book from itsbag and scans its back cover. She pretends she doesn't notice that the breezelifting the hem of her sundress, giving an almost naughty view of herthighs.
Shelowers the book "So, is this a love story?"
"Allgood stories are if you think about it." He says, taking a sip of coffee.
"What'syour story then?" Jane asks, taking her sunglasses off and coyly runningthe tip of the arm across her bottom lip.
"Notmuch of a story to tell there. I came here from out west to act. Ended up as acubicle jockey sitting at a desk all day."
"There'syour problem right there, sugar. Everyone always goes out west to act, not theother way around." She laughs, taking the opportunity to run her footalong the length of his.
“Iwas never one to do things the easy way I suppose."
"Areyou any good?" She says. Her tongueflicking the tip of her glasses.
"I'mgood at plenty of things, darlin'. You'll have to be a little morespecific."
Janelocks her emerald eyes with his; a hungry look dancing behind them. "Welllet's just say for now I meant your acting. I'm sure we'll get…deeper…into your resume soon enough."
Sheputs the book back in the bag and bends down to set it on the ground next toher purse--giving him the perfect view of her breasts in all their bralessglory.
Hestammered as his attention is suddenly pulled from what he was saying,"Ummm… Yes, my resume…"
Janeslips off one of her sandals, her toes brushing up and down the inside of hiscalf. "Now, acting can't be the only thing you're good at."
Hefinishes the last of his coffee, "Definitely not my dear, I'd love to showmore.”
Janebites her lip, slides her foot back into her shoe, and grabs her bag. "I know the perfect place." She eagerly grabs his hand and practicallypulls him down the street.
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Thehotel bed was now stripped of the sheets. They had been torn from the mattressin random directions over the last hour and a half. In the center of the bed, two bodies--sweaty,chests still heaving.
"Youknow," she purrs into his neck, "I never did get your name."
"Didn'treally seem important at the time did it?" He laughs as he untanglesseveral strands of red hair that had been pulled out in the melee. "Myname's Sam, Sam Carter."
"SamCarter? Sounds more like a 50's detective than an office worker."
"Youknow, that's not the first time I've heard that, darlin'." He brushes a strand of hair away from herface. "So you've got my name, how about yours?"
Janenuzzles into Sam's neck and pulls her body against his, their skin sliding againstone another. "Well," she says,tracing a fingernail down his chest, "I do suppose that would be fair,wouldn't it?" Her nail trailsfurther down, lightly circling his stomach. "I'm Jane Kellans." Sheleans in to kiss him, pressing her hungry mouth against his as her hand startsto slide further down.
Samsits up, pulling away from her, "Jane Kellens? Not the Jane Kellens that used to be marriedto Richard Kellens, right?
Alook of confusion clouds her face. She reaches for a cigarette from the nightstand."Um...yeah, sugar. One and the same." She says lighting the smoke asSam grabs his pants to pull them back on.
"Ithought that was you. I was pretty sure. But now that you said it…" Samgrabs his jacket from off of the TV. He suppresses a laugh when he noticesJane's sundress wedged in the hotel room door. She had dropped it as soon asshe stepped foot in the room, the door must have caught it when Sam kicked itshut behind him.
Hepulls an envelope out of his jacket and tosses it to Jane, ""Ms.Kellens, I hereby inform you as a representative of the State of New York ofthis summons to appear in court."
Janestares at him in shock, her jaw to the floor, Sam reaches over and plucks thecigarette from between her fingers and takes a drag.
"Youcould have just given me this at the bookstore!" she stutters as Sam grabshis shoes and opens the door.
"Hey,in my line of work it's hard to get a tip you know? Enjoy the book!" Samsays as he steps out into the hallway, the door muffling Jane's angry screams.