Blinking blue eyes, she bent her head to slip her apron from around her neck when she stopped and caught sight of something far more interesting.  Marina was strolling across the front aisles, picking up a box of cereal as she worked her way towards Jenny’s register.  The taller brunette placed the cardboard rectangle directly in front of Jenny, her smile obviously tinged with mischief.  A black velvet blazer cozily hugged all the places on Marina’s body that Jenny craved to touch. 

The jacket was snug so that Marina didn’t even have to wear a shirt underneath, the lapels so low that the tops of her ***** peeked out.  Jenny could feel the woman’s knowing gaze hot on her body.  So much so that she had to avert her eyes not to meet it.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had to work ’til 9,” Jenny pointed out, although her tone held everything and anything but disappointment.

“You look cute in that apron,” Marina gracefully ignored the question, her eyes flashed a deep, rich brown. “I hope you’re not planning on taking it off.”

The taller woman stood in silence for a few moments, intently staring at Jenny for more than a few beats.  Jenny knew what she was thinking, she thought.  But that didn’t make it any less private.  The last time Marina visited her here, the stockroom had become witness to an entirely different purpose.  That very same apron became a pattern of wrinkled cotton gathered and bunched around the flesh of her stomach,  Marina’s lips buried in the crook of her shoulder, practiced fingers swept within her.  The strings were expertly pulled and Jenny was always caught. It was no longer a game, it was something she desperately longed for.  She only knew what Marina was thinking because she was having the very same thoughts.  Oh well.

Jenny gave the other woman what she hoped was a dark look. “If you’re just gonna tease, you might as well leave now. You’re distracting me.”

Jenny’s gaze flickered up to Marina as she watched the older woman bend towards her, Marina’s voice now a low, accented whisper, “I won’t apologize for not being able to keep my eyes off you, Jenny.”

“Or my hands,” Marina’s throat worked into a purr.