2. If the shoe fits…

BPOV

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By the time I had descended down three flights of stairs, I realized I was risking my life in these damn shoes I was wearing. I quickly slid them off my feet, and padded down the rest of the way barefooted. Thank God the stairs had been carpeted.

I came out of the stairwell and found a chair in the lobby that I could lean against as I slid my sandals back onto my feet. I managed to get one shoe on okay. I was struggling with the second sandal when my equilibrium decided to take a sharp hitch to the right and I began to keel over sideways. I screwed my eyes shut waiting for the inevitable hard bounce my butt was going to take when I hit the floor. I made impact.

But it wasn't with the floor. It was the lean hard body of a man.

A pair of strong hands with long elegant fingers caught me under my arms and stopped me from making a complete fool of myself.

"I've got you." a sinfully delicious voice with a slight British accent whispered in my ear.

EPOV

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I had just walked into the lobby of the hotel and was making my way towards the piano bar when a comical sight caught my attention.

A woman in red was standing barefoot and was trying to slip her shoes on while using a chair for balance. I watched as she slipped one foot in successfully, taking in the view of her lovely shaped legs. I watched as she turned to face the other direction to put her other shoe on. She seemed to be having a little difficulty and I could see what was about to happen.

I started moving towards her quickly.

Sure enough, she lost her balance right into my outstretched arms.

I caught a whiff of her hair and it seemed appropriate that someone dressed in red would smell like the freshest most delectable strawberries.

She had her eyes screwed tightly shut, and I whispered to her that I got her.

Gently I helped her up and she turned around to face me.

I was taken aback by her creamy white complexion that was being taken over by a furious blush of embarrassment. It made her utterly charming.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "Thank you. I owe you for not letting me make a complete jackass of myself."

I smiled at her and a sheepish grin made its way to her face, lighting up her wide brown eyes.

Now I was thinking chocolate and strawberries.

"Here, let's get that other shoe on you. Okay?" I asked her.

She nodded and allowed me to take her by the arm as she hobbled up and down on one high heel and one flat foot.

I gently placed her in the chair and knelt down beside her.

"Shoe please." I held out my hand for her to give it to me. She plopped it into my hand and I undid the buckle on the strap.

"Ah, this was your first mistake," I began teasing her. "Never try to do the slip your foot into the shoe trick without unbuckling first unless you are a trained professional."

She laughed and I could see her beginning to relax from her embarrassment.

"May I?" I asked her.

BPOV

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He cocked his eyebrows at me, slightly tilted his head to the side and smiled at me.

I was a goner.

I was staring into the most beautiful face I had ever seen on a man. His unruly shock of bronze hair that just screamed sex coupled with the deadliest emerald green eyes had put me into a hormonal tail spin that I hadn't felt since my first big celebrity crush.

He had just asked me if he could put my shoe on for me.

"Sure." I managed to stammer out.

Great. I'm living a Cinderella moment and I say …sure. Gah, I'm an idiot.

I feel his hand slid up the back of my calf and it feels as if an electric current has just passed between us.

I watch as he pokes his tongue out just a little between his lips as he slips my foot into my sandal. It's an endearing little quirk and it brings out something boyish in him. His long fingers make short work of my buckle and I'm ready to go in no time.

He lightly pats the top of my foot and starts to stand up.

"There you go. All done." he says as he begins pushing down the legs of his jeans so that they settle over the beautiful pair of lizard skin boots he's wearing.

All I'm looking at right now is slim hips in wonderfully fitting black jeans outfitted with a nice black belt with a big silver buckle.

Yep. Hello Texas. I'm all done.

A/N: Yeah, I know. Short Chapter. But I had to build the anticipation just a little bit. Next chapter promises to be longer and more involved. Thanks to everyone who has already shown immediate interest in this story! I hope y'all tag along for the rest of the ride.

One last note: My absolute and heartfelt thanks go to Robert Pattinson and that fantastic photo shoot for GQ. That one picture of him in the jeans with the boots...yeah...that one! That photo was the inspiration for this story.

Reviews are almost as good as Rob in GQ!!!