I exhale and lean back in my seat on the train, and realize just how thankful I am.

The work day is finally done. My boss was being a world class dick today, which is pretty much the norm for ol’ Billy.

William. The CEO’s name is William.

I’ve been a fan of the New York subway since I was a little kid. It gets you to and from where you want to go for super cheap, and along the way--bonus--you essentially get a live show.

Before the first stop, there’s a blind man peddling. I don’t always give money, but today I give him two dollars.

“Bless your soul, honey,” he says before heading into the next train car.

After him, a guy comes through playing guitar. He’s not very good, and I’m all out of cash anyways, so when he gives me a disdainful look, I react.

“My bad. I cashed out on the blind man. Maybe tomorrow.”

He frowns and keeps moving.

On the next stop, a man in a suit gets on the train, screaming into his cellphone. “Well

you tell Don he’s got another thing fucking coming. He wants to fuck me on the Simone deal? Well, well well. I bet he hasn’t even considered the fact that I’m going to pull the rug right out on Cornerstone….yeah….no, numbnuts, you do it, or I’ll find someone who will. No, you know what, McCarron? Pack up your shit. Because you, my friend, are mother fucking fired. I’m not going to fight my own damn employee on this bullshit.”

His chest heaves in anger in the aisle, and he spots the empty seat next to me and sits down.

I’m a little pissed at first, because he’s a big guy, and he takes up a lot of room. He’s not exactly encroaching into my seat, but he’s not *not* encroaching, if you know what I mean.

Look, I’m not a mean person. But I’ve had a rough day. And I know an entitled asshole when I see one. So I decide to give him a piece of my mind.

I furrow my brow, open my mouth, ready to give him a deluge of word vomit.

And then the man turns to me.

I’m expecting to see his scowl. But he’s not scowling at all. He smirks a little, and his eyelashes flash down toward my body--the blue skirt and white blouse I have on.

Did he just check me out? Like, shamelessly give me an up and down.

Now I’m fuming. I want to hate this man with all of my brain.

But something stops me.

This guy may be an asshole, but he is one hell of a sexy asshole.

He doesn’t stop staring. Holy hell, the man is practically fucking me with his eyes.

And slowly.

I swallow. He doesn’t relent.

I sweat in my seat. Wondering what this guy’s deal is but now, my lips seal themselves shut. I’m tongue tied.

Lips. Tongues.

The man glances back at his phone, then back at me.

He licks his lips and flashes those long eyelashes my way again.

Goddamn he is sexy. This is just simply unfair.

Suddenly, I notice I’m at my stop. My eyes bulge, and I stare once more at the sexy man in the grey business suit.

“Bye,” I say, for no reason at all, before running off.

I disappear outside the train into the sea of people. My heart is slamming in my chest. I put my hand on the wall and tuck my chin towards my chest, trying to calm myself and wondering why this guy in particular got me so worked up. Hormones? High testosterone? Maybe those dimples?

Yes, the dimples definitely had something to do with it.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, which jerks me out of my inner turmoil and forces me to spin around to see who’s trying to get my attention

It’s him.

“What are you doing?”

“I never got to say ‘goodbye’ back,” he explains.

“Oh,” I say, backing against the wall. My face must be bright red.

He comes toward me and I don’t stop him. He pins me against the wall and delivers one of the slowest, sweetest, most passionate kisses I’ve ever received. I feel his five o'clock shadow brushing against my skin, igniting my senses even more. I’m pretty sure I let out a purr.

His hands travel down my side and give my ass a quick squeeze.

Breathing hard, we press our foreheads together, and lock eyes.

The next train comes, and people begin to pour out of it.

“So, bye,” he smiles, and disappears back onto the train, after letting go of my hand.

“Bye,” I mutter to no one and everyone around me, quickly overtaken by a sea of anonymity.