Just bare through it

UURRGGHHH Jordan cursed at herself. She grabbed her bag and started walking. She just had to go to the store, and than it'll be done. Quick, easy, simple. Jordan got to the road.

It was gonna be a short walk through the neighborhood and than another walk through some good old American strodes.

Jordan was on the side walk, when a car wizzes past, must've been going at least 60 in a residential. Jordan gasped as a her skirt flew up like an old Marilyn Monroe picture. She pushed her skirt down and walked faster.

She got to the entrance of the store, towering in height she entered, hurrying her way through. Get in, get it over with, and get out. She B-Lined it for the arts and crafts section, unbothered by the door greeter. An old man who looked upset at the lack of care for his polite hello.

Jordan got to the aisle, a long aisle filled with everything artsy and craftsy. She got a piece of cardboard. Check. Red, Green, and Blue paint. Basic white Elmer's glue. Check. All she needed now was some Styrofoam. She looked up and down the aisle.

"Why can't things just be easy." Jordan scoffed to herself. She bent down to look deeper into the shelves, just some Styrofoam, all she needed.

"Can I help you miss?" Jordan shot up, putting a hand on her skirt in the process. Startled by the male voice behind her. Her face glowed red. She had no idea if he could see any of her privates or not.

"I'm Brendon, I work in the industrial paints department." He didn't look threatening. An average looking guy, with brown hair and glasses. "If... you need anything, I'll be over one aisle stocking some things..."

Jordan shot out of her embarrassed trance, "Uhh! Yes! I need Styrofoam, but I can't find any? Where...is it?"

"Ahh, yeah it's hard to find for customers...but, It's." Brendon pointed with his finger towards the top of the shelf, "Up." And wouldn't you know, at the very top. Boards of Styrofoam.

"I can't reach those...Can you help me with that too?"

"Sure thing, I'll just my ladder I used for stocking." Brendon walked out of the aisle to quickly return with step ladder on wheels.

"There you go!" He gestured with a smile

Jordan paused for a moment. Is he expecting her to go up the ladder? She couldn't if he's here to see, he'll for sure see what's under her skirt. Unless he already did, and this is a trick to get another peak. Her face glowed a deeper shade of red.

"Hello?" Brendon said sarcastically, Jordan snapped out of it. She went to step up the ladder, stuttering to do so. God why is he standing there waiting, ugh. Easy and simple not so much.

"Can you please hurry up so I can go back to stocking."

Jordan whined as she took another step up the ladder, and than another, and one final one. She was able to reach up for a thick board of Styrofoam. She turned back to see how high up she was, a good 4 feet off the ground. She saw on the face of Brendon her worst fear. His eyes were huge, his mouth was agape. His head tracked her scurrying down the ladder.

Jordan's whole face grew red, "Sorry!" She said rushing to the self check-out.

Jordan quickly scanned her items and paid. She just needed out and to be back home. She didn't bother with a bag and just put the supplies in her backpack.

She got her things, and readied to leave. She was about to reach the exit, when a large man in security uniform grabbed her by the wrist.

"Oh come on..." Jordan sighed