Checked Out by The Goth Girl

He was only there because of a poker debt.

Show up at the annual book swap. Carry boxes. Leave. Simple.

Then she walked in with black lipstick, fake vampire fangs, and a tote bag that said I LIKE MY COFFEE BLACK, MY BOOKS BLOODY, AND MY MEN TERRIFIED, and started rescuing battered horror paperbacks from the free pile.

She asked him to help carry her haul to the parking lot.

Her car was a hearse.

He should have asked questions. He carried the boxes. When she asked what she owed him, he said he takes tips.

She smiled with the fangs and said, "Cute. So do I."

He told himself he was just being helpful.

That was true, mostly...but as you know, this is smut.