Wade took off his sunglasses and hung them from his shirt collar as he strolled into the coffee shop. He pushed up the sleeve of his suit jacket and checked the time on his fancy watch, smiling to himself, right on time, as always. He stood on line to order his espresso scanning the café looking for her, ahhh, there she was, scrolling through something on her phone and digging through her giant purse looking for god knows what. He saw her every day, she was always flustered, always distracted, but she knew all the baristas names and they always said hello and good morning to her. He was painfully curious about her, she dressed casual, but neat, nice fitting jeans and a knit top, fashionable but understated accessories, except for her enormous leather purse, the damned thing was half the size as her, but then again, that wasn't saying much, as she was quite short, he loved to see her hop up on her tip toes to grab her coffee from the counter. He would be lying if he said he didn't think about her when he was home alone at night, the way her ample breasts filled out her conservative shirts, what it would feel like to dig his fingers into her ass, just thinking about it now made his manhood swell. He quickly dug his phone out of his pocket, trying to discreetly adjust himself while pretending to look busy on his phone.

Abby grabbed her coffee from the barista, tossed some change in the tip jar and hurried out. She was cutting it close, she could not be late today, today was not the day, she turned around and WHAM! She walked right into an expensive suit, her XL mocha latte spilling all over his stomach and pants and her hand and arm and oh god no, not today…

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she gasped, she pulled napkins from the nearest table and started trying to dry off his white shirt, it had to be a white shirt, didn't it?

"It's alright, love," he said with a heavy British accent, "are you alright?"

She looked up at him, way up at him, sweet baby Jesus he was tall, and felt her cheeks burning, "Yeah, I, umm, I'll be fine, but I am just really sorry about that, I'll pay for the dry cleaning or a new shirt or whatever you want, jeeze, I'm sorry."

"No, its not your fault, I was texting while walking, bad idea," he said smiling at her as she continued dabbing at him with napkins, her face getting redder and redder. "Let me buy you another one of those."

"I can't, I, I'm already late as it is and I really can't be late today," she rambled on and on as she started blotting at the stains on his pants, she gasped and jumped back as she realized exactly where she was putting her hands. Her face burned hotter and she was sure her face looked like a giant tomato, she dug around in her bag and pulled out a business card, "here, um, send me your dry cleaning bill, I'm so sorry, really, I am but I have to go." She thrust the card into his hand and ran out of the café with her mostly empty coffee cup and a handful of wet napkins.

He stood staring at her as she fled from the restaurant, he looked down at his ruined shirt and then at the card in his hand. There was no way he was going to let her pay to replace his shirt, but now he knew her name and how to contact her and he was quickly devising a plan in his mind.

"Abigail! You are cutting it too close today! You still have to change out of those jeans and into something professional and the clients will be here any minute now," her assistant, Fred, barked at her as she ran into the office. "Abby! Abs, are you listening to me? You have less than 5 minutes!"

"I know Freddy, I know, look just get them settled in the conference room, I'll change and be there in 4 minutes, I swear," she looked at her assistant pleadingly. They had been working together for 3 years now and he was the best assistant she could ever ask for, she would literally be lost without him. She ran into her office and locked the door, yanked her jeans off and pulled on a sleek pinstripe pencil skirt, smoothed out her shell top and buttoned a perfectly tailored blazer over it, slipped into a pair of open toed heels and strolled out of her office. She smiled at Fred, who gave her a thumbs up and walked into the conference room to deliver her sales pitch to the most important client she would ever talk with, all with zero caffeine in her system.

Wade looked at the business card suspiciously, he still couldn't believe that hot mess of a woman was Abigail DiNardo the top advertising executive on the east coast. Surely she didn't run meetings in jeans and sneakers? But, then again, with her reputation, she could run meetings in velour tracksuits and people would still flock to her. He had went home and changed before returning to the café and picking up what the barista assured her was Abby's usual order. He shook his head again, Abby, now that name fit the image of the woman he saw every morning. He stepped out of the elevator and walked up to the man sitting at the reception desk.

"Hello, I'm Wade Barrett here to see Ms. DiNardo," he said.

"Is she expecting you, Mr. Barrett? Her schedule is rather tight today."

"No, she isn't, but I don't mind waiting. Just not too long, or the coffee will get cold."

The man raised an eyebrow and pointed to a row of chairs, "She's in a meeting, I'll let her know you are here when she gets out."

Abby poked her head out of the conference room after her clients left, "Psst. Freddy! Are they all gone?"

"Yes, but I need to…"

"Oh thank god," she said as she stepped out of her heels, "these things are like a prison for my little toes."

"Abby, this is important, focus. Wade Barrett is sitting in the lobby with coffee waiting to see you."

"You mean the hot shot real estate developer? What the hell could he want from me?" she asked poking her head out again and looking at the man sitting in her lobby. "Oh no. Oh my god. Of course, it would have to be. Oh my god."

"Abs…."

"Freddy, I spilled an entire HOT latte on that man in the café this morning. I was in such a rush to get here that I just tossed my business card at him and told him to send me his dry cleaning bill!"

Fred just looked at her as he processed what she was telling him, "Well, good luck Abs, it was nice knowing you. That man does NOT have a good reputation."

"But, he called me love…"

"Just softening you up for the kill, kiddo. Put your heels back on, and get your midget ass into your office, I'll send him in."

Abby took a few calming breaths when she heard Fred knock on her office door a few short moments later, "Come in," she called out curtly.

"Ms. DiNardo," he said extending his hand, "I come bearing what is now lukewarm coffee." His eyes quickly scanned her body, she pulled it together and looked downright delectable in that pencil skirt, she was tiny, but she packed a lot of curves into that short body of hers. Curves he ached to spend his nights exploring.

"Please, Mr. Barrett, call me Abby," she said shaking his enormous hand with as much authority as she could muster, she prided herself on having a firm handshake, but that's hard to do with a man who's hand is twice the size of yours. She tried to ignore the fluttering sensation low in her belly and gestured to the plush seat across from her desk, "please have a seat, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble just to bring me your dry cleaning bill."

He cleared his throat as he placed the coffee on her desk and tried not to dwell on how soft her hand felt inside his and how it would feel tangled in his hair as he… focus dammit, he admonished himself. "Well then Abby, call me Wade," he said taking a sip from his own coffee. "I'm not here to give you a bill, just want to replace the coffee I knocked from your hand this morning."

Abby felt her face start to flush again, "I'm sorry, really, that was my fault, I wasn't paying attention and…"

"And I was walking around staring at my phone," he said flashing her a brilliant smile. "So, love, let's say we share the blame, huh?"

She nodded and took in the man sitting across her desk, he was beyond tall, well dressed and now that she knew who he was, she was certain that his suit was pricey. A large shiny watch peeked out from under his sleeves, most likely it was pretty pricey too. His brown hair was short but still slightly unruly and he was sporting a full beard that made him all the more intimidating. But it was his eyes that gave him away, she was too rattled to notice them earlier, his eyes were warm, friendly, light brown with a hint of green, eyes a girl could get lost in. She gave herself a mental kick and tried to focus on what he was saying, it wasn't like her to drift off like this…

"Of course, since I didn't call first to make sure you were free, the coffee is cold and now I still owe you," he was saying. "Are you free for lunch?"

"No, actually, today I'm pretty booked, I have a lunch meeting," she said as her intercom buzzed and Fred's stern voice drifted in.

"Ms. DiNardo, your 12:30 will be here shortly, I've arranged the sandwiches in the conference room."

"Thank you, Fred. I'll be in shortly." She smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Wade, I need to get going."

She stood and showed him to the door, "I'll call your assistant and set something up," he said with a wink, "Have a good day, love."

She watched the elevator doors close behind him and took a deep breath, "Wow."

"Wow, is right Abs," Fred said looking up from his computer, "you are free the rest of the week for lunch, and I plan on keeping it that way until Mr. Tall, Dark and British calls."