When he reached my aisle, I shoved his shoulder like he’d just told a hilarious joke. The damn ghost was all anyone in the theater would talk about, especially him. After his parents died, because his father had decided to drive six whiskeys deep, he claimed every unexplained creak and groan was a sign. But back when I worked at Toys R Us, everyone had thought the place was haunted, too. There would be stories wherever you went.
“Forget ghosts,” I said. “I’m more concerned about a murderer hiding beneath the seats.”
“With all that crap you’ve shoved under there? I don’t think so.” He held my waist with his hands, making me drop the broom. “I could write you up for that, you know.”
“And I could become a born again virgin, but we both know that won’t happen.”
He smiled as he ran his hand down my side pony and pulled it gently, like a woman would pull a man’s tie. Then the kissing started.
We’d been keeping our situation a secret for four months. Out of necessity, not choice. Our boss, Alicia, would flip if she found out a supervisor was hooking up with a crew member. After a brief lecture, we’d both be booted. I wouldn’t mind finding another minimum wage job to half ass on weekends, but Derek liked it here. He didn’t have enough money to attend college, so the theater was his whole life. I didn’t want to take it away from him.
