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   (Author's Note: If you would wish to listen to Chapter 11 parts 1 and 2 on audio, please click the videos. Thank you and enjoy! PS. part 2 has what I think Loren looks like but you can imagine her as you wish it's your imagination!)

 Holy crap! What the fuck is Chris doing here? He has his hair combed perfectly, with it pushed back from his face, and wearing those same jeans he had on yesterday, but he has on a dark blue shirt. I prefer this shirt he has on. Instead of the black shirt, this one brings out his eyes. Ooh those eyes of his, there so blue like the ocean. Stop staring, Sussianna!

  "I didn't know you worked at this time?" He lies.

   I take my eyes away from him and look down at the movies. I don't say a word, instead, I bend down to retrieve the DVDs. Shit, hopefully, I did not break these DVDs or I'll have to pay for them out of my pocket.

  "Let me help you," he says as he kneels to help me pick them up.

   Why is it, I apparently end up dropping things in front of Chris? Am I that clumsy?

  "Thanks," I say.

  We both pick up the DVDs together as soon as we recover them off the floor, we stand up at the same time. He places them in my hands, I feel his fingers brush lightly with mine. I gasp. I feel it not only on my fingers but somewhere I never felt before, until now. Feeling it down- way down there. I fumble around to find my voice.

   "Thanks, Chris." I barely have any breath left and it's more of a whisper.

    I turn my back and restock the DVDs, so he won't be able to see me blushing. I quickly stock the movies in order with my fingers shaking, and I can barely move them. Fuck get a grip Sussianna! I do this almost every day, today shouldn't be any different. I should be able to do this without my fingers trembling out of control.

   "I would like to purchase movies today. Can you help me?"

   I can't see him, but I know he's studying every move I make.

   "Yeah sure, just give me a minute to finish here." Just like my fingers, my voice comes out shaky. Gosh, why do I act like this with only Chris?

   "Take all the time you need; I have all day." I glance at him for a moment, to catch sight of his lips curled slightly. I blush immediately.

   I quickly turn away and do my best to finish putting up DVDs on the shelves.

   "Okay. What movies are you looking for?" My voice is raspy. I turn back to look at him and see his steaming eyes on me, making my mouth dry. Don't look into those eyes.

   "What movies do you like?" His voice is soft, yet deep. Rather than look into his eyes, I focus on his lips and watch a smile appear on his mouth like he's hiding something. I flush. Shit. Don't look at his mouth either. But where else do I look at him?

    Why does he want to know 'what movies I like?' Doesn't he know what he likes to watch? He is a very strange man.

   "Well, it depends on what you're interested in," I say low.

   "Interested in?" He grins. What is he thinking?

    "Yeah, like if you like comedy, horror, drama, or-" I don't think he's interested in this. "Romance."

    "What are you interested in?"

    Me? I don't really watch too many movies, I prefer books.

    "I don't really know to tell you the truth," I whisper quickly.

    "You have to be interested in something, I bet you watched every movie in this store," he says.

    I have not watched every single movie, but I do know the names of all the movies here. It's my job to know. Let me think about it and then I have it.

    "I like horror," I mumble. Actually, I love romance, but I won't tell him that.

   "Horror?" He's puzzled. "I thought you liked romance."

   How did he know? "Why did you assume I liked romance?" I ask.

   "I don't know..." Then that smile is back. "Maybe because I saw those romance books at your house."

    I had a feeling he was looking at my things.

    I sigh. "I do like romance as well. Do you want me to show you the romance movies?"

   "Sure."

   "What romance movies do you like? Like do you watch comedy-romance, drama-romance, etc?"

  "I don't know. What do you recommend?"

   Recommend? I don't know. He should know what he wants. Isn't that why he asked for my help- to find movies he wanted?

   I try to be honest. "I don't know. Let's go to the romance section to see what you like."

   "Lead the way Sussianna," he gestures his hand for me to lead the way and he smirks at me. I start to blush again. Gosh! Does he have this effect on all women? Or am I the only one who is affected by him?

    My legs tremble as I lead him down the aisles to the romance section. Fuck! Stop shaking!

     Why didn't he ask Camille to help him when he came here, earlier today? My subconscious tells me, that maybe Camille was right he does like you. I laugh to myself. Sure, like that will happen. I push it out of my head.

    "What's funny?" He asks.

     Did I laugh out loud? I thought I laughed in my head.

     "Nothing." My voice is too high, it proves I am lying. Way to keep it cool Sussianna.

     The romance section has loads of movies, what kind would he like? I never thought he would want romance. Is he romantic? No, I don't think so. My subconscious says, then why is he wanting to buy romance movies?

    "Okay see anything you like?" I suggest.

     His long fingers trail across each movie starting from the A's, then he spots one he likes from F's and slowly pulls it off the shelf. I can't see it until he fully pulls it out.

    Fifty Shades of Grey?

   "How about this one?" He asks with a smirk and holds it up.

   "You have seen it?" I ask.

    "No." Then why does he want to buy it? "But I heard it's good."

   "The book is better." The words fall out before I can stop them. Oh, fuck! Why did I say that? Me and my big mouth.

     There's amusement in his smile. If I only could read his mind to know what he is thinking about.

     It's not all about sex. Yes, it's an erotic book, but people don't realize it's not all about that, but also about romance. He did see all the romance books that I have? I wonder why he chooses this one out of all of them.

    "Do you like stuff like that?" His eyes become dark blue again. He steps a little closer to me, I take a step back and my heel hits the shelf, almost knocking down the movies.

    My mind is racing. "Huh?" That is all that comes out of my mouth. I'm shaking, literally, and my heart starts to pound.

    "Do you like erotic things?" He repeats. I thought he has never seen it before. How does he know about that?

   "Like what?" I ask in shock at his words and I can barely form a sentence.

    He looks me up and down from my chest to my behind and bites his lower lip. Holy shit! That is so hot and I feel that feeling again, down there.

   "You read the books; I think you know what I'm talking about."

    "I don't know," I say truthfully.

    "Would you be interested in something like that?"

    "What?"

    "You heard me."

    I can't say a word I'm speechless. What do I say to that? My heart feels like it's going to pop out of my chest.

    "It's okay, you don't have to answer. I can tell by just looking at you. Your body tells it all," he smirks and licks his upper lip. Fuck. I can't take my eyes away- my eyes feel attached to his lips somehow. How is that possible?

 Then he begins to step away, giving me room to breathe. "Anyway, is this a good movie?" He asks.

    I process what just happened. What just happened? Was he trying just now to offer me sex, then change the subject? Why does he always change the subject? He moves to the next topic. Has he always been this way? But in a way, I'm thankful because it was getting intense for me.

    Eventually, I find my voice. "Yes, that's a good movie. Why do you want to buy it? We do rent movies as well."

   "No, that's okay, I rather buy it."

   "Alright, do you want to buy all three?"

    "All three?" He asks.

    "Yeah, Fifty Shades trilogy. If you want?" I shrug.

     I examine the stack of movies and search if we have any fifty shade-3 movie collection and we have one left. I fetch it to show him.

    He examines it for a second then says, "I'll get it."

    "Okay. Follow me." I walk to the front of the store to where the cash register is. "I will check you out here."

   I hear a squeaky voice, is that Loren? "Chris is that you?"

  Yup. Great the woman he had a past with. She comes up and gives him a hug. She has her uniform rolled up to a knot in the front, so she can show her stomach and has her bright red hair pinned in a bun.

    "Hi Loren," he sounds horrified.

   "How long has it been, like two years?" She asks.

   "Yeah," he says, but if I'm not mistaken, he is getting annoyed with her.

   "I'll check you out. What are you watching," she glances at the desk to see what he's got, but before she does, he grabs it before she can look at it.

    "No, Sussianna will be checking me out," he says harshly.

    "You have not changed, have you?" She smiles.

    "Nope," he says quickly.

    She laughs. "Okay, I'll leave you to it, then." She looks at me and gives me a harsh look. What the fuck did I do to you, Loren?

   "Okay, bye," he says fast like he's trying to get rid of her.

    When she's fully gone, he hands me the movie. I ring it up.

   "That will be twenty-three dollars and eighty-five cents. Would you like a bag?" He pulls a hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet, and I take it.

    "No, I'll carry it out like this. See you tomorrow." I give him back his change. He grins, then strolls to the door. While Chris is exiting, Camille comes walking in with the coffee in hand.

  Please don't fight again or talk to one another.

  They don't, instead, they look at each other and Camille gives Chris a dirty look, but he just smiles at her as he exits the door. 

   Camille comes running toward me and spills some of the coffee onto her hand. "I told you he likes you. I dislike him, but man he sure is hot," she says in a high-voltage voice.

   "No, he doesn't; he just wanted to buy a movie." She places the cup of coffee in my hand, the cup has a label Starbucks attached to it. She loves Starbucks, she always buys me one. I try to offer her money, but she refuses to take it. I take a sip of the coffee. Hmm... It tastes good like pumpkin spice.

   "Then why did he not buy a movie when he was here earlier today? I'll tell you why because he wanted to see you Sussianna. He likes you! But if you decide to date him, I warned him not to hurt you." I choke on my laughter, Chris does not date, but she does not need to know that.

    "If you're right about him, it doesn't matter... I'm not interested in him."

    "Yeah, keep telling yourself that, and I know I'm right," she mocks.

     I roll my eyes. I need this conversation to stop. Now! "I have to get back to work." I spot a customer and hurry to walk toward him to see if he needs any help or just to get away from Camille. He doesn't. Consequently, I go find other customers to avoid Camille.

   Okay, I do like him I'll finally admit, but I'll never tell anyone except myself. Chris doesn't like me anyway as I like him. I felt things with him I never felt until Chris, but he doesn't feel the same way. I sigh. He will never want to be with me. Why would he?