Chapter 1

Why not? If you like, I'll continue. If not, I might still continue. Haha! Much lighter fare than "Queen Natasha". Nobody dies. ;)

The Floating Rib.

Alexis thought she was pretty progressive-minded. Does it matter that he's black? Ughh! As she peered over the tip of her pool stick and her stare hung on the front of Shawn's black boxers, she felt an unimaginable guilt for even thinking such a thing but she couldn't stop her thoughts from running wild. What if I bring him back to the lake house? Did I put out my Obama 2012 sign? What if he didn't vote for Obama? I shouldn't assume all black people voted for Obama. What the hell am I thinking about this for? She looked back at her ass as if she could get a clear view of it. He kind of dated Carly so I'm guessing he's good with white women? This is 2012 Alexis! You're smarter than this. Stop trying to talk yourself out of it. Wait…what's he doing? He's touching my hand as he passes by me. I feel his eyes focusing on my ass.

Shawn curled his broad fingers around Alexis' hand and brushed against her. "Your turn."

Alexis' body shook with chills. Am I having a premature orgasm? Was that his leg or his junk touching the back of my thigh? Why did I read that stupid 50 Shades of Grey book. Are black men into bondage? Really Alexis?

"Alexis?" Shawn swung his stick in front of her. "We can go home if you want. It's getting late. I usually stay up pretty late but I understand if it's past your bedtime."

Alexis ran her hand down her side realizing she was merely wearing a slip and there were about three of her balls left on the pool table. She knew she couldn't continue the game. "Yea. I think it's a good stopping point."

"Boxers win! Slips lose!" Shawn tossed his stick onto the table. "Looks like I won in a couple ways." He rested his hand on her waist hoping she would be receptive to his touch. "You want to go home or have a couple more drinks?"

Alexis didn't know how to end the night on a high note. She didn't want to blow it knowing she'd walk into the office to Diane's teasing about how she's uptight and wasted the beautiful specimen of a man like Shawn. "Why don't you put on some music? Coleman!"

Coleman threw his head out from the back. "Sup?! You need a refill?"

"Can we use the jukebox?"

"Do what you like Babygirl." Coleman went back to restocking his bar.

Shawn flipped through the jukebox selections. "You in the mood for soul, rock…"

"Marvin Gaye!" Alexis shouted out. Is that racist? Stop with the weird ass thoughts! If it weren't for TJ and his damn accusations, I would not be having this conversation in my head. She bent over to pick up Shawn's pants. His wallet fell out.

Shawn continued sifting through Coleman's musical collection. "What about Let's Get it On?"

Alexis was in complete curiosity killed the cat mode. She opened Shawn's wallet and searched through the slots noticing an ID stuffed behind his drivers' license. She pulled out the ID and saw the name read Justus Ward with Shawn's picture. Not having seen that name in years, she was startled but rushed to slip the wallet back in his pants pocket.

Shawn turned just as Alexis dropped his pants back to the ground. "What are you doing?" He strolled over to her caressing her hand in his. "Would you like to dance?"

Alexis looked down at his and her attire. "Half naked? Can I get dressed first?"

"Live a little Alexis!" Coleman shouted.

"Why do we need him here? He's a gossip Queen. By morning people will say that we're married with children. Are you slightly drunk? Because I am." Alexis gave in to Shawn taking her in his arms and holding her tight in his strong grasp.

"I have my wits about me." Shawn's smile was as wide as a crescent moon.

Alexis closed her eyes and inhaled envisioning Shawn as the guy on the Old Spice commercials. She used to love those commercials in her longing to be with that guy. She opened her eyes again just to make sure she wasn't dreaming as they swayed to Marvin Gaye in the background. "Thank you for not telling me that I have rhythm."

"Because you don't. I think I'm practically carrying you." Shawn joked realizing he hadn't experienced that much fun in months and probably since he'd been in Port Charles.

Alexis gave into her inhabitations or possibly just tiring from her drunkenness by burying her face in Shawn's firm chest. "You're a beautiful stranger."