It was a joke.

Before either of us could reply, the clerk puts his hands up and a defensive position. “I’m just kidding, the best I can do is give her a message if you want. The boss will kill me if he finds out I broke the rules.”

Nicole looks at him gratefully. “Thank you so much, and to think, I was willing to suck you off to talk to her.” She replied with a wink. He laughed and got a piece of paper for the note, “can you tell her that Nicole Anderson from school would like her to call me.” He wrote down the message and our number and excused himself to go in a backroom. We waited at the desk for ten minutes before the clerk came back out and smiled.

“Miss Jackson said to give her around thirty minutes and she will meet you out here.” Nicole’s face lit up and she bounced in place like a kid when she heard the clerk.

“So we have half an hour to kill, what should we do babe?” I ask her. She leaned in and whispered in my ear what she wanted to do.