More Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories - By Lisa Scott Page 0,1

is bound to be attractive as well.”

“Uh-huh.” She scrunched her brows together and looked down. “Um, perfume’s kind of a personal thing.” She smoothed her hand over her hips and frowned. Then she crossed her arms.

“There has to be one popular with hot women like you.” He’d been trying to learn how to read body language, and he knew that crossed arms were not a move meant to boost the bust. It was usually a bad sign. At least that’s what the book on body language had said.

“Why don’t you ask the saleswoman for a suggestion?” She wrinkled her nose. “She looks like she smells nice, too. Although I haven’t seen her hips.” She picked up her shopping bags and walked off.

He gritted his teeth, then hollered after her. “Today’s the Pro Bowl! Don’t I get points for shopping on the biggest sports day of the year? For my sister’s birthday?” It was stupid to holler after her while she was walking away. That was an even worse non-verbal cue than the arm cross, but he was getting frustrated.

“You don’t even have a sister, do you?”

He turned around to see who was talking to him. It was the attractive saleswoman he’d been watching all afternoon. Her dark brown hair seemed impossibly long and silky. This was the first time she hadn’t been busy helping someone or else he would’ve approached her, too. “What makes you say I don’t have a sister?” He didn’t. But how would she know that?

The woman put a hand on her hip. “I’ve never met a guy who bought perfume for his sister. I have three brothers; they’re never that thoughtful. And what’s this Pro Bowl business?”

He toyed with the cap on a perfume bottle, knocking it over. She snatched it from him and he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I thought it would impress women that I was shopping on the biggest sports day of the year. Like I have my priorities straight. So, I’d come across smart, yet sensitive, with my argyle socks.” He lifted up his leg to show her.

She blinked. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

He forced himself to look away because her breasts were mesmerizing in that tight, red sweater. “I don’t like sports, I thought it was a plus.”

She laughed. “First of all, argyle socks are lame. And secondly, the Pro Bowl is in a week. Today is the championship games which I am missing even though New England’s in it!” She took a deep breath. “Third of all, no one watches the Pro Bowl—the biggest game of the year is the Super Bowl. And even if you were out here on Super Bowl Sunday, that’s a desperate, devious ploy.”

“I’d call it creative.”

“Coy at best. Besides, some women like sports. I’ll have my butt in a barstool on Super Bowl Sunday. Maybe your sister will, too?”

He gave a nervous laugh. “You a big NFL fan?” He held up a finger. “Wait. I don’t mean that you’re big. You’re not big at all. You’re quite a nice size. I’m sure I could fit my hands around—”

“I’m a huge fan.” She crossed her arms and glared at him.

He gulped. “You follow your college team, too?” Maybe he could strike up a better conversation than discussing the size of her waist.

She studied her nails. “I didn’t go to college,” she said softly.

Damn. He’d embarrassed her. How did the wrong thing always crawl up his throat and jump out of his mouth? “So, you’ve been listening to me all day?”

“I’ve been stuck back here working. It was hard to avoid.” Turning around, she plucked a few boxes from the shelf behind her and put them in a cupboard below. “You’ve been annoying my customers. I should’ve called security to have you removed, but I was too curious to see whether or not any of your moves would pan out.”

He spread his arms wide. “Well, as you can see, none of them are working.”

She straightened the collection of bottles on the counter. “Why don’t you just try bars, like a normal guy? Or the gym. You look like you work out.”

A smile split his face at that comment, but she held up both hands. “Simmer down. I’m just wondering why you’re desperate enough to be trolling the perfume counter at the mall on what you thought was the biggest sports day of the year.”

That was one way to kill a grin. “I needed a new strategy.”

“And you were going to stay here until it worked?”