(and like a stove, i'll) turn my love down

And there's a strong wide heavy palm planted against Steve's back, long decidedly masculine fingers tapping down over his ass, just for a second, before Billy fucking Hargrove hums, "That weird ice cream you like's on sale this week, pretty boy." Steve wants to say, I fucking knew you were judging my purchases every fucking time you work the cash register, you fucking asshole, this is why I hate coming here, Jesus Christ, but all he ends up actually saying is, "Okay, hey, number one? Don't sexually harass me in the workplace." Billy raises his eyebrows. "Sorry, do you work here, now, sweetheart?" "You do!" "Yeah, and as soon as they hire somebody else who's as hot as me, I'll start harassing other people in my workplace, but for now, that burden's on you."