The Bear Takes His Mate(2)

By: Emma Devine

When I saw this person begin to approach my car, I slid down in my seat. I hoped he didn’t notice me, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case. My car was parked in a corner, so I knew he had to be coming for me. I frantically looked around for something to use as a weapon in case he tried to attack me.

All I came up with was a little magazine. I rolled it up and prepared myself to beat him over the head with it if I had to. I saw a shadow pass across the window as I realized he was looking in my car. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

He knocked on the window.

“What do you want?” I squeaked, terrified.

“I just wondered if you needed any help getting your car started. You looked like you were having some difficulty.”

I sat up and looked out the window. Oh fuck me. The guy peering through my window was literally one of the most drop-dead gorgeous guys I’d ever seen. Holy fucking shit. He stepped back as I opened the door and got out of the car to get a better look at him.

He had a face that looked as though it was carved by angels. His gorgeous blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me, revealing perfect teeth. His cute dimples made me want to grab him by the head and attack him with my mouth. In that moment, I wanted him more than anything in the world.

I caught myself staring and turned back to my car, blushing.

“So do you need help with this thing? I noticed you didn’t look to happy.”

“Were you peeking through my car window or something?” I demanded, annoyed.

He shook his head.

“Nah, I was walking out of my apartment and saw you try to start the car and then try to kill your windshield,” he said, grinning.

I blushed again. Terrific.

“Oh. Well yeah, I am having trouble. The stupid thing won’t start.”

“Well, let me take a look.”

He opened the hood and tinkered around with some things. After a minute or two he slammed it shut and nodded at me.

“Try it now.”

I got in the car and tried starting it again. No luck.

“Thanks for trying, but I really need to get to work. I’ll just take the bus or something. Can I use your phone to call my boss?”

“Sure, but I’d be happy to give you a lift if you want,” he said.

“Oh. Okay, sure. That would be great.”

He smiled and walked me to his car.

“So how far is it to your work?” he asked as we got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“It’s off of Red Bug, in the big shopping plaza,” I said nervously. I swear to God this man had the sexiest voice.

“Ah I know where that is. What do you do?”

I couldn’t stand the questions. His voice was starting to make me moist. I tried to stare out the window to avoid looking at him. Looking at him was like looking at a brilliant white light.

“Uh I work in sales.”

He chuckled.

“So you’re a cashier, huh?”

Something about his tone sounded mocking to me. My meek embarrassment turned to annoyance once again. I turned my head to look at him, irritated.

“No. Actually, I’m a sales representative. I’m on the phone with people all day trying to sell them cool cell phones. I get shit for pay, my boss is an asshole, and it’s boring as hell, but it keeps me alive,” I blurted out. Goddamn me and my big mouth.

“Whoa, whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick, I was just curious.”

“No, don’t apologize. Sometimes I overreact,” I mumbled, embarrassed yet again. I can’t remember the last time I blushed so much in less than an hour. I’d probably set a world record by now.

“How long have you been working there?” he asked.

“About six months now,” I replied.

“How come you haven’t asked for a better position or something? I mean, if you’ve worked there that long, it would make sense your boss would promote you to something better, right?”

I sighed.

“Well like I said, my boss is an asshole. The only times he’s ever even talked to me is when he’s reprimanding me or belittling me.”

Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut with this guy? I’d never even told Claire about my problems. There was something about this guy that seemed so natural. Even though I just met him, I felt as though I could open my heart out to him and he wouldn’t mind.

“Why does he belittle you?” I noticed a note of concern in his voice as we turned into the parking lot.

“Well, because I’m not like most of my co-workers. I’m a chubby girl. The only reason he hired me in the first place was because his slut of a secretary needed someone to make fun of. I got put next to her cubicle on the first day.”