A/N: This story came to be when yesterday a real-life-Paul-Walker-look-alike holding a beautiful little girl on his hip knocked at Wattle's front door. As it turns out, the handsome stranger was at the wrong address and Wattle, ever helpful, explained where they needed to go. Amused, Wattle shared the story with the Facebook group as she theorized of single parents meeting for play dates. We tried to convince Mrs. Wattle to write a FF story but it was not meant to be and she suggested I write it instead. So, tonight, I let my imagination run wild and 'Stranger at my door' was born; since a nanny would be the one taking children to play dates I made some adjustments to the prompt. Ana and Christian never meet; Ana graduated, got a job at SIP, had a thing with Jose for a few years, now she is on her own, and bit more mature. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Before work, a single woman is having a quiet breakfast at home when she is interrupted by a handsome stranger, with a little girl on his arms, searching for a different unit in the same building. It is a one shot and an AU obviously.

Stranger at my door

I wake up to the fresh smell of mother earth after a long rainy night. I have a neck crank, so I stretch my muscles similar to how a cat would; I think I almost meow in pleasure. It is a Monday, I hate Mondays because the weekends are way too short and Friday is too far away.

I make my way to the en-suite and try to brush my hair into submission. Finally, giving up the battle with my hair, I put it up with a brown scrunchie that matches by hair color. I look in the mirror and squint as I brush my teeth; sometimes I think my eyes are way too big for my face. After I clean up, I pull my yoga mat, walk around my room to open the sliding doors, and let the cooling breeze in. From the third floor, the view is serene as always; today is an overcast hot autumn day very common this time of the year here in Seattle. The cloudless sky looks almost white.

I stretch and rub my muscles – if Jose was here he would massage my back. Jose, I gave him two years of my life; we should have known we would not work out. We are too much alike, our relationship just fizzled out, lost any spark if it there was ever any. We were too worried to lose our friendship that we kept on going for way too long. Now, we barely talk to each other, not even really friends anymore. I quickly shake those thoughts out of my mind. I concentrate on my yoga and enjoying the view before me.

Genesee Park is my back yard, some of the aspen and maple trees already started to turn, the yellows and vibrant reds contrast with the evergreens; there are birds singing at a distance and briefly I wonder what a bird would say if he could talk – look at the mountains and the turning of the leaves, snow is coming, we should go south and stay warm; the little bird me would say. Maybe I need a vacation, fly south like the birds and take in sun and surf.

I stretch once more, I do not need a vacation, all I need is to be touched and desired, maybe a one night stand would be good, people do that all the time, don't they? I have never had a one night stand before and wonder how one goes about finding one – hello there, want to hook up, no strings attached, I'll even do all the work. I giggle to myself; I must be losing my mind!

I take a big invigorating breath - I so like the crisp fresh air the park provides. I continue with my yoga routine thinking how I got lucky when I found this place so fast after Jose and I split up; I got a good price for it too it being an end unit at the hottest live-and-work lofts in Columbia City. If I wanted to, I could convert the first floor into retail space, an office or a business as most of my neighbors have done; I could live in the upper floors. For now, I'll leave it as a home office and maybe it'll be a library sometime.

My loft is real convenient as it is just a block away from my job as an editor at SIP. After having to commute for years from my old place – ours, Jose's and mine, old place – I needed something convenient and this place with the red exposed brick, large windows and three floors of living space fits my needs just right; I could get a roommate, but I really do not need one nor do I want one. I sit on my meditation pose, breath in and out for a few minutes trying to blank out my thoughts.

When I am finally done it is 7:45 - it is time for breakfast. After I make my bed and pile all my pillows the way I like it – take that Jose, he never understood the use of decorative pillows. I head down to the kitchen area. Every time I enter my kitchen I smile, the light hard wood floors warm up the space and contrast nicely with the stainless steel appliances. My favorite, though, are the pink lower cabinets which complement the off white upper cabinets.

I run my hand across the cool tiles backsplash that form concentric circles of red, blue and yellows over an off white background, giving the impressions of colorful suns. I love my kitchen, it is bigger than any kitchen I ever had and it was worth the splurge since I love cooking. I even installed a place for all my cookbooks at the end of the cabinets; I painted them a light blue to match the blue from the tile for an added touch of color and extra whimsical effect.

I make myself some fresh pancakes with buttermilk, maple syrup and fresh blueberries from the farmer's market. Each and every bite is delicious and bursts of juicy blueberries; the sweet and sour of the berries contrasting nicely with the sticky sweetness of the syrupy pancake – hummm mmmmm. I sit at my kitchen table enjoying the closest I have come to an orgasm for close to seven months.

Probably I should go out to a club or something. I should go and find myself a nice looking man. Or maybe I should just buy some batteries and finally put my birthday present to good use; Kate did say BOBs always come in handy.

My musings get interrupted by the loud ringing of my door bell; irritated, I look at the time. It is 3 minutes before 8 – who in the hell could be at this hour!

I have not finished saying 'Coming' when a second ring blasts through.

'I said I am coming!' I yell while I cross my foyer as yet another ring resonates through my space. The person on the other side is not very patient as yet a final ring comes through before I yank the door open; my irritation written all over my face.

There I stand, frozen in time and space in front of the most handsome, no beautiful, no, no, the most gorgeous-handsomest-beautiful-sexy-rip-off-my-pant ies-and-take-me-now man on this planet, no make that this galaxy or maybe just the universe.

Adonis has reddish blond hair, cut short on the sides and a bit longer on the top. It looks messy as if he just ran his hands over his hair in an attempt to make himself presentable after a good rump on the sheets. His eyes are deep and expressive, a light blue that makes them look gray. His eyebrows are perfect and make his eyes the focus of his face. His nose and jaw are chiseled to perfection; he has a light dusting of facial air, as if he has not shaved for a day or two. In fact, all of him looks perfect. He is wearing a black suit and a white linen shirt with the first two buttons open. I venture to guess his chest is a mass of perfect muscles, like a living replicate of Michel Angelo's David.

For sure he was put on this earth by the gods to tease us mere mortals as if to say 'look but do not touch!' The gods are teasing us, teasing me in this instant in particular. Similar to museums, that display works of arts which we cannot touch; or an upscale bakery that does not offer samples. Oh, I do not want to just touch or a simple taste. I want to jump his bones, rip his clothes off while I nibble and lick him all over and over. I want to take him, here and now. If I were a peacock my feathers would be up and spread wide, circling him in a display of wantonness.

I reach over, pull him in and close the door with my foot. As I push him against the door, I pull his black jacket and toss it to the floor. I rip his white linen shirt off, making all the buttons fly around the room. He smells good enough to eat. His hands are all over me, on my butt, my breasts, and my back. I take his belt out in one sweep and push his pants down with my legs. At this point, his impressive tent makes it obvious that he wants me as much as I want him. He takes the lead and pushes me against the wall as my legs wrap around his waist. He frees his amazing length and drives himself into me as my yoga pants and t-shirt get ripped into pieces. He feels amazing, his mouth is sucking and biting my nipples, his hands are roaming my body and I am getting closer and closer. I pull his beautiful silky reddish hair so I get access to his luscious lips, I want to pull those lips into mine and have a taste. He grunts a low rough sound and… My door bell rings!

"Princes, that is enough." The Adonis says in a sexy voice that makes my core liquefy and gush out of me soaking my underwear – I hope he is not a mind reader. I let out my breath as I turn my head to the side to finally notice the little girl he has perched on his hip. She is beautiful, big eyes and full pouty lips that are open forming an 'O.' She looks like an older version of the Gerber baby. She has his eyes and her hair is a little lighter than his, but is it obvious she is his child. My shoulders sag a little, where there is a child, typically there is a mother – way to burst my bubble!

He smirks and continues "…Grey, and this is Christy. Sorry about that. She likes doorbells apparently." He finishes still sporting a sexy as hell smirk.

"T-Th-That explains it" I say smiling and giggling. Ladies and gentlemen, I have lost my ability to speak; my lord, how embarrassing and I actually giggled! Please mother-earth open up and swallow me whole as I stand here in front of Adonis, wearing barely-there-clothes, nipples hard as pebbles and I am as wet and as juicy as those blueberries I just finished eating.

"I was under the impression you were expecting us this morning, Dr. White. Clearly that is not the case." Adonis says, as I notice his pupils expand and contract. I follow his eyes and I cross my arms in front of me as I realize he is unabashedly looking at my perked up nipples.

"I am number sixteen." I say as I clear my throat to call his attention.

"Excuse me!" he says lifting his eyes to look into mine, confusion etched on his face.

"arghhhh s-sorry. I am not Dr. White. This is unit sixteen; hers is on the other side of the building." I say pointing to the East side of the building lined with a row of identical units. "Hers is number six." I say simply, and shyly – please gods, fates, mother-earth, father-time, Santa, the Easter Bunny and all deities past and yet to come, I just want this embarrassing encounter to end.

"Thank you and sorry for interrupting your-"

"yoga, I was doing yoga." I say really fast, interrupting him, for some reason I need to explain myself to him.

"… interrupting your morning yoga session, then. Good day, Miss!" and with that, he turns and leaves, moving with sexy strides off to unit six on the other end of the street; the little girl on his arms sucking her thumb.

I close the door, and run to my kitchen, opening all the drawers I come across searching for batteries, I need batteries, lots and lots of batteries…

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There you have it… do leave a review/comment if you can… Thanks for reading!

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A/N: I received PMs and just about all the reviews (except 2 or 3) have asked me to continue. So, I decided to continue 'Stranger At My Door' I am not sure where the story will go, but I decided to enjoy the writing process once more. That means there is no set update schedule, I'll aim for once a week very late on Tuesday night but there are no promises - a missed Tuesday may indeed happen here and there.

As part of 'enjoying' the process I created a blog for ideas and pics and stuff. The link is on my profile and can be found at: cg-stranger-at-my-door-ff-story dot tumblr dot com