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A DAY IN THE LIFE…
CH. 1 – HER EYES
(Maureen POV)
Stupid Mark. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? I had had a bad day and I was drunk. I kissed some random hot guy in a bar, so what? That's all. Nothing else happened. But he was livid, which is something one rarely sees. Angry is not a good color for that boy. Anyway, he broke up with me. I suppose it's for the best. He spent more time with that damn camera than me anyway. Whatever. That kind of gets you up to speed. I am quickly walking in the West Village. I don't know where I'm going nor do I care. I don't really want to go home; too many pictures of Mark and me. I need a drink. I decide to go to the nearest bar. It's then that I realize I don't have a clue as to where the nearest bar is. I look up from my fixed gaze just in time to realize I'm going to crash into someone.
"Shit," I hear her say. She was talking into a cell phone. I bent down to clean up the papers that had flown everywhere when her briefcase fell.
"Thank you," I heard her mutter.
"No problem. I'm sorry about your papers," I reply somewhat grateful for the distraction.
"I'll call you back," she says to whoever was on the other end of the call.
I stand up holding a messy stack of papers and get my first real look at the woman. She is African-American, probably 5'3", short curly brown hair, and was wearing a very expensive looking business suit. The thing that struck me the most, however, were her eyes. Dark. Almost black. Wow, I think silently to myself, she's hot! Wait, since when do I like girls?
"I'm Maureen," I say, oh-so-intelligently. Brilliant, Maureen. She smiles when she sees the face I make. Oh God, that smile.
"Joanne Jefferson."
I should have known. Hot woman, hot name. Suddenly my mind was wandering. I was imagining what I would sound like screaming her name in the throes of passion. What the fuck! I shook the thought away and must have blushed, judging by the smirk on her perfect face.
"I'm so sorry I crashed into you. I had a horrible day at work and just wanted to get home. Can I buy you a drink or coffee or something to make it up to you?"
God, she's cute. Joanne was still trying to straighten her stuff out. I took this time to quickly look her up and down. She looks like a brilliant lawyer or something. And hot in pinstripes.
"I'd love that," I say with a charming smile.
"Great."
We turn and head in the direction of a coffee shop. Suddenly, the day is looking up, and I no longer need that drink quite so bad.
A/N: Please R&R...I have another chapter but I don't know whether or not to continue.