Chapter 3

Angela left to go out with Joanne. Thomas waited for a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t going to come back for anything and then he got up and locked the front door. She’s so trusting. She leaves her computer signed on half the time and the other half all he has to do is enter her password…of course it was Blake. He just had to figure out that it was “Blake my love.” It took him about fifteen minutes last week and since then he had access to every apartment she’d been looking at. He’d called the bubble-headed real estate agent from Lakewood the day he’d gone home “sick.” He told her he was only going to be in town one day and then he had to fly “home” to Atlanta. She was more than willing to set up the showing when he hinted to her that his daddy just might own part of the L.A. Dodgers and he would need a place to stay when he flew in and out of town on business. He didn’t want anything fancy, just in a nice neighborhood.

He’d shown up with a big smile and a pretty damned good fake southern accent. While she was rattling on about the crappy apartment’s “amenities” he’d turned the water heater up to high and snapped off the knob. He’d seen it on myth busters. He knew they only had about half an hour to get out so he acted like he was in a hurry to get to LAX and catch a plane. It all went according to plan and he’d got to spend the evening with Angela.

He logged into her email and while he waited for it to load, Thomas thought about how he had watched football and feigned nonchalance as she went out the door. She had no idea how hard that was for him. He wanted to grab her and tell her she didn’t need to go out. Everything she needed was right here…but she needed to figure that out herself. That way, she would appreciate it that much more. One day she would realize that he was the only man she needed to look at her the way that he knew every man in the club would all be looking at her tonight.

Her email came up and as he scrolled through he found a few about apartments. She’d made two appointments for the coming up Monday. He printed those out with the address and phone numbers of the agents. He was about to click off when Steve’s name caught his eye. Why is that mother-fucker emailing her? He opened it up, getting a little angry to see that she’d read it. She should have just deleted it. He read through the words and as he thought back he recalled finding her here with a tear in her eye the night they had pizza. She’d lied to him…something about a video on Facebook. That fucker was begging her to come back to him. Talking about her having his babies…Over my dead body, Thomas thought. He liked picturing her pregnant. Glowing, with her belly swollen out in front and her hips growing wider. But the baby that was in her belly in those daydreams was his. That rich son of a bitch will not get another chance to try and impregnate her. He has got to go.

Thomas logged off and a photo of Angela and Joanne popped up on the screen. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts in the picture and it looked like it was taken on the Fourth of July. It pissed him off to think of her spending it with Steve…but it didn’t stop him from enjoying the hell out of looking at her in that skimpy little red, white and blue tank top and cut off shorts. She has a smoking hot body and a face like an angel…and that hair. He loves the way her dark hair shines in the light and the way it smells when he gets close to her. He loves the way her eyes change color with her mood. They’re a much lighter brown…almost gold when she’s laughing and in a good mood. When she gets angry or upset they get darker. He couldn’t wait to find out what color they were when he made love to her. Just thinking about it made his cock hard. He shut off the computer and made his way down the hall to her room. Letting himself in he went straight to the hamper and took out the pink, frilly underwear she’d taken off right before her bath.

He went into the bathroom that was still dewy from her soaking in the tub. The soft fragrance of jasmine wafted up and filled his senses with her scent. The idea of her in the tub, naked and vulnerable only an hour earlier caused him to shiver. He brought the panties to his face and inhaled as he thought about running his hands across her warm, wet skin. He had to reach down with one hand and set his cock free. He wrapped his hand around it, continuing to hold the panties to his face. With his eyes closed he imagined bathing her, kneading her sensitive flesh. He stroked himself harder as he thought about washing that long, sexy hair. He wanted to tangle it up in his fingers and tug her head back, exposing her neck to his lips so that he could finally taste her skin….

Thomas felt his cock grow in his hand and his body began to tense all over. He put the panties in the hand that was wrapped around his cock and began to stroke frantically. One of these days…soon, she would know that the one she needed was right here in front of her all the time. He cried out her name as he came all over the silk and lace that had been touching her body only hours ago. One of these days baby…you’ll see how good we can be together.

**

“You’re lagging Ang,” Joanne said, “I’m two drinks up on you at least.”

Angela sat at the high top table. She and Joanna had just gotten off the dance floor. She watched the couples and even the singles dancing…but the joy that usually brought her wasn’t there. It had been three days since she’d gotten the email from Steve. She hadn’t responded to it and she hadn’t talked to Kim. She did run into Kim a few times in the office, and Kim had acted as if everything between them was okay. Maybe she had meant to send that message to someone else. Surely if she was semi-stalking Steve, she wouldn’t be so nice to Angela…would she?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the most fun-loving sort of mood tonight,” she told her friend.

“Have another Cosmo. That’ll help,” Joanne said with a giggle. “Oh…looky there, a cowboy. Will you excuse me? I think I want to fuck him and the horse he rode in on.” Angela cracked up and as Joanne walked away she said,

“No more alcohol for you!” Joanne ignored her and headed for the tall, handsome cowboy sitting alone in a booth on the other side of the bar.

“Hey there, can I buy you a drink?” Angela looked up. A nice looking guy with dark hair and blue eyes and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a dark blue silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up was standing next to her table. She smiled.

“I’m good, but thanks.”

“Okay, how about some company?”

“I’m here with my friend…”

“I saw her. Cute blonde, hitting hard on the grumpy cowboy in the corner.”

Angela giggled. “Yeah, that’s her. I’m not here looking for anything tonight.”

“That’s okay. I’m alright with just being in the presence of a Goddess.”

She laughed again. “Nice line. Have a seat, but don’t waste any more of your good ones on me. It’s not going to work.”

He laughed and sat down. “It was worth a shot, right? I’m Dan.”

“Hi Dan. I’m Angela.”

“See there, you are an angel! I was right.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “If only I had a dollar for every time I heard that one.”

“Yeah, that one was kind of lame,” he said. “So, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, I may or may not answer it.”

“Fair enough. Why is a gorgeous woman like you, who is not looking for anything, sitting here all alone?”

“It’s complicated,” she told him.

“You want to talk about it?” She suddenly realized that she did…but not to this cute little stranger. She looked over towards Joanne who seemed to have the “grumpy” cowboy coming out of his funk. He was smiling.

“I appreciate the offer,” she said, “But I think there’s something I have to do. It was nice to meet you, Dan.” She stood up and he said, “Wait! Can I get your number…maybe for another time?”

She smiled. “No, but it was worth a shot.”