Dirty
This is what happened.
I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me. I was surprised enough to smile back.
This was not a children's candy store. This was Sweet Heaven, an upscale, gourmet candy store. No cheap lolli-pops or chalky chocolate kisses, but the kind of place you went to buy expensive, imported truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for fucking him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.
He was buying jellybeans, black only. He looked at the bag in my hand, candy-coated chocolate. Also in one color.
"You know what they say about the green ones." The rakish tilt of his lips tried to charm me, and I resisted.
"St. Patrick's Day?" Which was why I was buying them. He shook his head. "No. The green ones make you horny."
I'd been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with one of them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake and they usually disappointed.
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