she smiled wide at me and walked me over to the cash register. 
                          
"well, we're looking for kitchen help if you're interested?"
                          
my brain screamed at me to say yes, but i couldn't leave the record store with only one employee.
                          
"i actually have a job right now. but give me a couple weeks to give them my notice and help them find somebody new?" i ask biting my lip. 
                          
she nods frantically. 
                          
"of course. and i'm camila."
                          
"i'm honey."
                          
she gives me an amused smile and cocks her head to the side. 
                          
"honey? that's interesting. i like it." 
                          
"well, i like camila."
                          
her ears turn slightly pink and she hands me the paper bag with the cinnamon loaf that i had picked up. 
                          
"how much do i owe you?" i ask digging around my purse to find my wallet. 
                          
she shakes her head at me, slightly pursing her lips. 
                          
"don't worry about it. just be sure to come back, apron in hand." she smiles. 
                          
i nod and thank her for the bread and make my way out of the shop. finally, i get back to roger's apartment, unlocking the door and putting my coat and my purse up on the rack. i hear the shower running, so i'm going to safely assume that roger was in the shower. i put the loaf on the counter in the kitchen and walk into the bedroom where i start to undress and put on more comfortable clothing. after shimmying off my jeans, i throw one of rogers button up shirts on, rolling the sleeves up to the middle of my arms. 
                          
"well hello beautiful."
                          
i turn to see roger leaning against the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist. my face turns red and i pick a random shirt up off of the floor and throw it at roger. 
                          
"don't look at me to perv."
                          
he gasps and walks over with a devilish smirk on his face. 
                          
"baby, no. please you're soaking wet."
                          
"hey. that's my line." 
                          
{a/n: SMUT BIGGGG OLLLL SMUT EVEN THO I'M THE BIGGEST VIRGIN ON PLANET EARTH JESUS CHRIST.}
                          
i roll my eyes and he takes a big step rubbing his dripping wet hair all over the shirt, completely soaking it. 
                          
"no bra? ally honey deacon, you scandalous woman."
                          
i raise my eyebrow at start to unbutton the shirt, painfully slow. rogers eyes look me up and down, trailing my fingers that are slowly unbuttoning the shirt. 
                          
"well, looks like this has to come off. i can't be wearing a wet shirt all day. i'll catch a cold." i innocently say, pouting slightly at the end. 
                          
roger clears his throat, his eyes not leaving my fingers. 
                          
"y-yeah. we can't have that."
                          
i shake my head, humming a soft mm-mmm. i slide the shirt off of my arms and the shirt falls to the ground around my feet. i take a step towards him and roger my finger trailing down his chest, running my fingers over the towel, grazing his hard member underneath. 
                          
"are these towels new? they're incredibly soft." i whisper into his ear. 
                          
he grabs my waist, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. his lips meet mine and his tongue slips into my mouth, fighting me for dominance. i feel his hands slide over my thin panties and i gasp into his mouth. his lips trail down to my neck where he bites softly, sure to leave a mark. i moan as i tug softly on his still wet hair.