Emma

Sometimes things happen out of the blue and you just know fate is at work. That’s what this is. It’s that moment you’re walking down the street and suddenly your steps falter because you see this man, this Greek Adonis that literally takes your breath away.

I’m used to being the girl that’s unseen. I’m five foot six inches and I have curves in the wrong places. I’m okay with it, and even with the extra curves I like who I am. The one thing I love most about myself is my wavy chestnut-brown hair and deep brown eyes. I may never be a super model, but I wouldn’t want to be.

The man I see, though, he could be a supermodel. He’s that hot, but you can tell that’s not his lifestyle. He’s more at home in faded jeans than the latest fashions. I can tell, plus, he’s working with his hands. Big, beautiful hands that make me tingle just looking at them. I really hope what they say about big hands is true… And a man looking like that, you just know he has magical fingers. His shirt is off, he has on soft faded jeans that are ripped from years of washing, and a pair of work boots. A man’s man.  But what really draws my attention is his arms. This man’s arms really are a work of art. 

Oh shit, he saw me staring…. damn it.  I hope I’m at least not drooling. His smirk says it all. He knows I’ve been checking him out. He’s enjoying it. He even flexes his muscles. Oh God, I’m heated now. The worst part is, even with my tan, I’m as red as a tomato. 

I start walking again and he slowly makes his way toward me. I do my best to not look his way. If I can just continue walking, maybe he’ll stop coming my way. 

No such luck.

“Hey,” he says and his voice is smooth like a strong whiskey. I might as well kiss my ovaries goodbye now, because he just melted them. 

“Hi,” I answer, feeling flushed everywhere. Could I seriously sound any less cool? When he asks my name, I start mumbling to myself, trying to get the words out. 

“Um… my name, uh, my name is Emma,” I stammer. What is wrong with me? I might as well insert my foot into my mouth now.  

“I’m Dex. I couldn’t help but notice you almost tripped back there. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say meekly. Never in a million years would I think I would meet a man like him. Besides a body that makes a woman think of sex, he has dark brown hair, almost black, and green eyes that a girl could get lost in. All that is topped off with the most sensuous lips ever invented, and a killer smile. Yep, my panties have incinerated. 

“Thank you. I’ll just be um…going now.” I turn to walk away, but he stops me with a touch of his hand. Hands that are rough from work. Most women would think rough, callused working-man hands are gross. But all I can think is how they would feel touching me, scraping and teasing against my skin. My nipples go instantly hard, and somehow I blush an even deeper red when I catch him staring, seeing the way they are pebbled and pushing against my shirt.

“Wait…. Emma. I know I’m working and filthy right now, but I’m not about to let you walk away. Let me take you out. I won’t take no for an answer, sweetheart.”

Well shit. How am I supposed to say no to this alpha male? He’s got me so turned on, I could come with just his hand on my wrist.

“I guess I’m saying yes then,” I tell him, smiling timidly. I don’t know who this person is that has possessed me. Blushing, stammering, and whispering…saying yes to a stranger. 

He pulls out his phone. “What’s your number?” I tell him and he immediately calls me. “Just wanted to make sure that’s a real number,” he says with a wink. All I can think is—do women really give this man the wrong number?

“It is. I promise,” I tell him, confirming the obvious, since he just called it!

“I’ll call you when I get off work tonight,” he says, and then he does something I never expected. He kisses me. Me! He kisses me, so lightly it’s almost a whisper-like sensation. It’s a tease and I instantly want more. 

“I’ll be talking to you soon, sweetheart.” 

Fuck me running, I think I’m in trouble.