It was approaching the end of the workday when my purse chimed with the sound of a text message. I reached inside, flutters in my stomach, figuring it was another flirty text from Vincent. I was already thinking about him so often since our date it was difficult to concentrate on anything else, and the frequent communication wasn’t helping. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to resist him if we kept this up.
I discovered the text was actually from Riley. Maybe she needed something else from the store.
Hey someone stopped by asking for you.
Not what I expected, but okay. Using my thumbs, I typed a response back to her. Did he have dark eyes, sexy blonde hair, and abs to die for?
A moment later the chime sounded. No. Didn’t get his name.
So it wasn’t Vincent. He probably wouldn’t have dropped by anyway knowing I would be at work. I also wasn’t expecting any packages . . . who could it have been? I was in the middle of preparing a response when I received another text. Riley must have accidentally hit send early on the last one.
But he had gorgeous blue eyes, brown hair, and rimless glasses.
Suddenly, the office spun, coming choppily like a film with missing frames. My pulse leaped and I felt an immediate tightness in my chest. I tried to breathe but couldn’t. The familiarity of the experience made me realize I was having a panic attack. I stared at the words, reading and rereading them, hoping they’d change.
Blue eyes. Brown hair. Rimless glasses.
There was no mistaking it. He had shown up at my doorstep. How did he find out where I lived? Why did he show up now? Should I call the police? Run? Stay at a hotel tonight? For how long? A flurry of questions and actions raced through my mind. And none of them seemed good.
In the midst of the chaos, my phone chimed again. Hands trembling, I checked the new message, fearing the worst.
The sight of Vincent’s text grounded me in reality. I’m aching for you. When can I see you again?
I recalled how safe I felt around him. That was the one thing I desperately needed right now and only he could give it to me. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to see him tonight, be with him.
Tonight. Your place. Can you pick me up after work?
I waited anxiously for his response. A few seconds later, it came.
What happened to slow? :)
I’m not promising anything. Can’t a girl come over just for fun?
Of course. We’ll hang out.
Spotting Vincent’s car pull to the side of curb, I checked to make sure nobody I recognized was around. Once I confirmed that none of my coworkers would suspect Vincent was taking me to his place, I hopped into the passenger seat.
His peacock blue shirt showcased his trim torso and his tailored black pants matched his expensive shoes. The effect was striking, and for a moment it felt surreal that a guy like this was picking me up from work.
“Hey.” I smiled at him.
He shifted the car to ‘park’ and leaned over, kissing me as if starved for the taste of my lips. His raw hunger for me was intoxicating. Hesitant at first, I easily succumbed to the sensation, running my hands through his long blonde locks and reciprocating. I enjoyed the soft feel of his mouth and his surprisingly fresh masculine scent.
Once our lips broke contact, he spoke. “Hello, Kristen.”
Hello to you too. “Sorry to give you such short notice.”
He placed his hand on my bare knee, the warmth from his skin a welcome sensation. “Anytime you need anything, don’t be afraid to tell me. I can be accommodating.”
“Thank you.” I considered for a moment if I should tell him about my ex-boyfriend showing up at my apartment, but I didn’t want to freak him out. People typically didn’t unload their baggage onto someone else when they’ve only been on one date. I hadn’t told anyone about my ex’s dark side before, not even Riley. But then again, I hadn’t had to. “So how was your day?”
“Went from good to great.” He grinned as his hand began lightly brushing my leg below my skirt. “How about yours?”
“Not bad.”
His sharp eyes studied my features carefully. “You seem kind of tense. Is everything all right?”
I hesitated. “I got a promotion today, thanks to you.”
“Congratulations. You deserved it,” he said. “And I’m not just saying that because I like you. You’re a rare talent.”
I blushed. “And you’re quite the seducer. You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“Not flattery. Honesty. And I’ll take that first part as a sign of affection.”
The sound of my stomach grumbling betrayed my hunger and Vincent must’ve heard it. “What do you feel like eating tonight?” he asked. “I’m planning on cooking for us.”