How did I end up here? Also, how did I not know about this aweso place? Sure, I’ve heard of Costco, but I had no idea it was this magical inside. At so point, I’d lost Blake, but in my defense this place is like a Vegas casino. There are no clocks or windows, so you have no idea how long you’ve been inside. A person can easily get distracted by fuzzy blankets, flowers, and snacks.
I circle back around and grab one of the samples I’ve already had but the nice man either doesn’t notice I’m here for a second ti or doesn’t care. All the people handing out samples are full of smiles. Is this a cult and is this just how they suck you in?
When we left the deli after eating lunch, I was stuffed, and there was no way I could think about food. That was until we’d gotten to this magical place with yummy slls. I snuck back for another pig in a blanket, but it wasn’t a normal, run-of-the-mill pig in a blanket. The blankets were parsan crusted. How could I only eat one?
"Got you." I let out a small squeal of surprise when Blake grips my hips from behind. He pulls back into his big body, and for a mont, I let myself lean into him. I want to enjoy his warmth and comfort while I can because my body is starved for touch. Not anyone’s touch either. His.
"I’m not doing anything," I say, trying to cover up that my mouth is full.
"I got a second one too," he whispers in my ear before presenting it to in the palm of his hand.
I snatch it from him and pop it into my mouth. He stares at his now empty hand for a long mont before he throws his head back and laughs. The sexy sound bounces through the giant warehouse, and a few won glance our way. I glare at them, feeling possessive of the laugh Blake ant for .
"I got a case of them. We’ll have more back at my place," he says absently. As if it’s a foregone conclusion I’m going to his place after we leave here. I’m about to correct him when he presents with a shiny black card. "Got you this." He shows the back, and it’s got my picture on it.
"How did you do that?" It explains where he disappeared to.
"I talked them into using a picture I had." He shrugs. I’m sure he did. The man is a freaking smooth talker and is charming when it’s coming my way but annoying to think about him using it on soone else.
"Wait. That’s the sweater I’m wearing."
"I took a picture of you where we ate together."
"Seriously?" It’s actually not a bad picture.
"You can’t be mad at . I put you on my Costco account, and it’s a black card." I try to fight the laugh but lose out.
"As much as I love this place, Costco might not be functional for unless I want to cruise the samples for a free lunch." Still, I slip the card into my back packet. "This place is for people with a giant family."
"Do you want one of those?" Blake drapes his arm over my shoulder as I push the cart, and anything my eyes linger on, he tosses into the cart.
"A big family?" I ask. Or is he talking about that giant thing of cheese balls we passed? He grabs the container and drops it into the cart.
"Yeah. A family."
"I..." I pause for a long mont. I’ve never given having a family of my own a thought. At least in the sense of creating those people myself. Growing up, it was always about if I would get chosen by one. Not making one of my own. "Yeah. I do," I finally say. "Just not sure it’s in the cards for ." I’m barely scraping by as it is, and I’m seconds away from selling pictures of my feet to stay in college.
"It’s just you?"
"I grew up in the foster system." His arm on my shoulder tightens, and he pulls more into his side. Warmth blooms through my chest at the small possessive act. I’m not sure if he realizes he even did it.
"You and Parker are really close," he points out.
"She’s like a sister to . When I first t her, I was worried about how we’d get along with all her fancy clothes and such. I thought she was snotty too, but she was just shy. It didn’t take long to see who she is. And she’s always trying to do things for on the sly."
"On the sly?" he asks. I run my fingers across a pair of fuzzy socks, and he grabs them. "They’re nice and it’s a pack of six. We can split them."
"Just like that," I laugh. That’s the sa kind of thing Parker would do. Always having extra things or saying she’s not going to use this or that so I could have it.
"No clue what you an." He plays dumb, but he’s terrible at it. Blake is far from dumb.
"You want purple fuzzy socks?" I lift a brow at him.
"There’s nothing wrong with the color purple." I shake my head but let it go.
"Is all this going to fit in your car?" I ask when we check out. I’m disappointed that our little excursion is over because I’ve actually had a lot of fun, and I’m not excited to get back to reality.
"Make a deal with ," he says as he puts items up on the checkout counter. The first place my mind goes is sowhere dirty. "Mind out of the gutter," he teases , and I roll my eyes but my face starts to warm.
"Are you saying you don’t have your mind in the gutter about us?" I tease him back.
"I wouldn’t call it the gutter. More like my comfy bed." He gives a charming smile that has wondering what his bed looks like.
Why does he have to be so damn handso? He’s sweet too. If not for him being my best friend’s brother-in-law, I think I might have actually entertained the idea of going on a date with him. Now that I’ve gotten to know him better.
I might have gotten the whole playboy thing wrong. I really need to stop judging before I get to know people, but it’s damn hard when you grow up the way I did. It’s one of the ways I’ve learned to protect myself.
"What’s your deal?" I circle back.
My mind flashes to another deal I made. For soone who’d been so pushy about getting my number earlier today, they haven’t used it yet.
"Help unload all this at my place and you can have the cheese balls and the socks." I snort a laugh at his offer. "I’ll cook so more of those pigs in a blanket in my new fancy air fryer." He taps the top of the box, and I chew on my bottom lip.
"Toss in one of the twisted churros from the food court," the lady scanning our items whispers loudly to Blake.
"Twisted churro and one of the frozen lattes," he offers, dipping his head and giving a charming smile. A dimple appears in his left cheek, and it’s practically the nail in the coffin.
I’m so done for.
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