Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
he asked.
She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.”
“A romantic?” he asked.
She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.”
“Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?