He winked. A slow, brutal WINK right at Marcus. Then he blatantly reached down... right in front of EVERYONE and adjusted the front of his suit pants.
A slow, deliberate re-arranging of his package. He looked back winked at the giggling blushing girls even louder and then without a single care in the world he turned and climbed the stairs.
"Wait!" Marcus howled, his voice cracking in a high-pitched, pathetic squeal of pure, unadulterated panic. He lunged from behind the counter in a desperate move, but it was far too late.
Alex's infuriatingly well-dressed back had barely even vanished up the stairwell when the attack began.
The entire group of giggling, chattering girls swarmed the counter instantly, like a pack of adorable, bright-eyed, money-spending piranhas.
They were completely surrounding him, bombarding his senses, a non-stop, overlapping assault of perfume and demands.
