Okay, I know the last thing I need to do is to start a new story when I already have a hard enough time to update TSBL but this story just wouldn't leave my heard so here it is. Hope you will like it :)

The thing you need to know before you read it:

-Derek was married to Addison but it was on from the hospital where she worked she slept with and not Mark.

It was a Sunday night. Tomorrow he was starting his new job. In a new hospital. In a new city. In a new state with a new home.

He knew that he should be nervous about meeting the staff even though he already knew the chief. But all he could think about was the woman that had walked in to the bar a half hour ago.

The minute she had walked in, he could feel it in his body. It was like the moment she had walked in every cell in his body had woken up and wouldn't calm down since.

He had never felt like this before in his entire life. Not with Addison, not ever. He was in love. He knew it was ridiculous. He didn't know her name; she didn't even know that he existed but her he was in love at first site.

He hadn't even gone up to the bar where she was sitting to say hello. No he was this creepy man who staring at a woman he didn't knew.

If Mark saw him like this he would never live it down. He would be cracking all the jokes in the book there was about stalkers.

But all he could focus on was the way her honey blond hair looked. The way it would move when she would knock down a shoot.

The sound of her laughter, when the bartender would say something she would think was funny. That sound was already his favourite sound in the world.

There was seriously something wrong with him but he didn't care.

And the way her black dress formed her female curves that gave hr a look that should be illegal unless it was for him she was dressing up for. I wonder how her body looks like under that dress.

Or how it would feel under mine.

Wait, did he just think that? Are you out of your mind man? You don't even know the girl and already you are thinking about what it is like to have sex with her! What is your problem?

But the word girl was so wrong to use. She was anything but a girl. With curves like that she was defiantly a woman.

He waited to see if she was alone or waiting for someone.

Of course she's not here alone. With a look like that she could possibly be alone in a bar.

But after a half hour she was still alone. And she didn't look like she was waiting for someone.

He would lie if he said that, that didn't please him.

After another twenty minutes he finally got the curate to go up there and talk to her. He didn't know if it was the scotch or his sudden wildness but he went up to her and stood beside her.

"So is this a good please to hang out?"

Okay it is not rocket science to figure out who it is… hope you like it?

Please be kind and leave a comment :)

XX

Catherine