Kyndel thought again about Grace and wondered what the hell had happened that she had forgotten to pick her up. She had tried calling her best friend’s cell and then her office when she realized Grace was not outside waiting for her. Both lines were answered by voicemail. She tried Grace’s home, even though she knew she would not be there. Her last resort had been to call her own apartment. Grace had a key, so she might have gone there thinking Kyndel had gotten a ride with someone else when she was late arriving but the damn machine picked up.
She started to get pissed all over again when she figured her friend had probably gone out for a drink with some good looking lawyer and just lost track of time. Such was the life of one of the most sought after first year lawyers in the state. It also did not hurt that Grace was 5’9” with ebony hair, sky blue eyes and a curvy body that made men drool. She hoped her friend was ok but if there wasn’t at least a bump or a bruise involved Kyndel thought she might just snatch her bestie bald. She loved Grace like a sister but her absent-minded BS was really getting old and it was time for a change.
Thinking about how many times Grace’s forgetfulness had put her in crazy situations coupled with her fear of the dark made Kyndel pick up her pace until she was almost jogging despite her heels. She looked right and then left, hoping to see someone she at least recognized. Before she could take her next breath, she found herself falling forward, arms swinging, mouth stretched wide in a silent scream, with the sidewalk racing towards her face. Her only prayer was that she would not break her nose when she made contact with the concrete. She really didn’t want to explain a broken nose, along with the two black eyes she was sure she would have, to the idiots at her office. Time stood still as she braced for an impact that never came. Instead, she found herself hanging above the sidewalk, staring at a pair of obviously male feet. Huge, incredibly sexy male feet. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Nope, she wasn’t hallucinating but her sanity was most definitely coming into question. She held back an entirely inappropriate giggle as she realized this was the first time ever in her life that she had found feet sexy. She mentally placed another check in the ‘Kyndel has lost her marbles’ column.
She realized hanging around, literally and looking at some strange man’s feet was not getting her any closer to her home. In an effort to figure out exactly what the hell was going on, she lifted her head and the completely unexpected side effect of her butt rubbing against a set of incredibly hard abs took her by surprise. It was in no way unpleasant and set her lower extremities to tingling. She could feel the perfect definition of the mystery man’s six pack through her clothing. It was then that she realized she was being held around the waist by a huge muscled arm and the hand attached to that arm was resting comfortably on the side of her breast. The heat from her rescuer’s body warmed her inside and out. Her thoughts were cut short as the sidewalk was once again coming towards her face, even more quickly than before. Her world spun and she ended up sitting on top of the abs she had been inadvertently admiring with her bum just a moment before instead of hitting the sidewalk. The arm that had kept her suspended above the sidewalk was lying across her lap.
A giggle slipped out as she wondered if the rest of her rescuer matched the parts she had already examined. The hand that been warming the side of her breast just seconds before, slid up and down her thigh, seemingly of its own volition, causing goose bumps to rise on her legs and thoughts that she absolutely should not be thinking about a total stranger pop into her very addled brain. She twisted from the waist up, keeping her legs draped over his thighs with her knees barely touching the sidewalk, trying to get a look at her mystery man. What she saw made her gasp. The man lying beneath her had the most beautifully masculine face she had ever seen. Even with his eyes closed, he had an air of authority and command that coupled with his sheer size, made her feel small and feminine, something she had never experienced before. The shadows played perfectly across his high cheek bones, aristocratic nose and pouty lips. The thought of touching her lips to his immediately flooded her mind accompanied by a vision that she was sure was burned into her memory for all time. She knew she was gawking but there was no stopping it, her mouth was only one of her body parts aching to touch this exquisitely handsome man.
For about the hundredth time since she had left the office, she shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her? She wondered. She never went ‘silly girl’ over a guy. She always kept her cool, always. No matter how hot the guy was she never ever let her libido get the best of her. Now she was wondering what a total stranger’s lips would feel like touching hers and imagining what he looked like out of the low slung jeans hugging his incredible physique. Which led her to her next thought, what was he doing out in public in just a pair of jeans? It wasn’t winter but it was way too chilly to be showing that much skin.