Chapter 19 *
Waiting for him was killing her insides. She was nervous as hell. Moni knew she looked alright so that wasn't the issue. This was something she hadn't done in a longtime-spend time getting to know someone new. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and couldn't figure out whether to make one for Jeff or wait til he got here. For all she knew, he could have changed his mind. The sound of the doorbell told her he had done no such thing.
Monique opened the door and immediately, involuntarily, she gasped. There he stood, before her like the subject of a sculpter. He was only wearing a T-shirt with cut off sleeves and a pair of wind pants, but he made them look like, oh god there were no words. His masculine form filled the doorway and she stepped aside to invite him in. Her insides were doing a different kind of dance now-one she didn't want him to realize at this point. Somehow she found her voice-
"Hi! Sorry about that-I knew you were coming. I don't know why I was startled."
"Hi yourself-it's ok, I'm sure your thoughts were elsewhere-I know mine were."
She led him through the entranceway into the kitchen. Following her he used the opportunity to begin to note her mannerisms. No matter how much she may have been determined to not intentionally be typically, wily in her femininity she still had that hypnotizing swing to her hips when she walked. He was enjoying it when she turned to him upon reaching the kitchen.
"Do you drink tea? Iced tea?" She could feel his eyes on her and it was unnerving.
"Yes."
He had been caught-oh well-he wasn't ashamed of it. So he had begun to admire her physically-he knew she'd be one to make him wait and he was fine with that.
"Would you like a glass?"
"Yes please." Then he realized that she had said Nicole would be napping- "should we be talking this loud?"
'She's fine-she could sleep through a train wreck in her own front yard." It was as if she read his mind.
While she filled a glass for him she asked "Did you manage to get squared away?"
"Excuse me?" He was not sure what she meant.
Nervously she laughed, "I'm sorry, I meant did you get everything done that you needed to, are you all packed?"
"Yeah, I have my bags in the car-I figured if I brought them, I could stay a little longer." "That's good."
She handed him the glass and picked up her own. Making her way toward the living room she felt like such an idiot. Nice way to start off a conversation-she felt so formal. He sat next to her on the couch and they turned on the tv. There wasn't really anything on to watch in the middle of the afternoon except soaps and talk shows, which didn't interest either one. Jeff took the remote and turned off the television. He got up and turned on her stereo-volume low and just pushed play-waiting to see what she had last been listening to. He did not expect it to be Pearl Jam-he kind of hoped it wasn't. Wailing guitar riffs of the infamous Def Leppard sound greeted his ears and he smiled.
"I'm sorry I don't own any Pearl Jam CDs"
"OK. That's it! Do you have ESP? Can you read my mind?" he laughed
"Why?"
"Because in the 5 or so minutes since I have been here you've said or done something right along with what I was thinking!"
She smiled- "No I can't read your mind. You can stop worrying!"
"This is ok, I was actually hoping it wasn't PJ."
"You were?"
"Yeah, I was. Sometimes women go buy it or play it just for me and I can tell that its really not them."
"I probably don't have anything else you listen to either. I'm stuck in the 80's-the music was great. These guys are my PJ."
"I know-to be honest, someone exactly like me in every way would drive me nuts. There has to be some balance. You can learn more about life when you meet someone who is into something different."
That sexy drawl of his was driving HER nuts. It would take some getting used to or else he would soon just be able to speak and she'd lose it.
Waiting for him was killing her insides. She was nervous as hell. Moni knew she looked alright so that wasn't the issue. This was something she hadn't done in a longtime-spend time getting to know someone new. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and couldn't figure out whether to make one for Jeff or wait til he got here. For all she knew, he could have changed his mind. The sound of the doorbell told her he had done no such thing.
Monique opened the door and immediately, involuntarily, she gasped. There he stood, before her like the subject of a sculpter. He was only wearing a T-shirt with cut off sleeves and a pair of wind pants, but he made them look like, oh god there were no words. His masculine form filled the doorway and she stepped aside to invite him in. Her insides were doing a different kind of dance now-one she didn't want him to realize at this point. Somehow she found her voice-
"Hi! Sorry about that-I knew you were coming. I don't know why I was startled."
"Hi yourself-it's ok, I'm sure your thoughts were elsewhere-I know mine were."
She led him through the entranceway into the kitchen. Following her he used the opportunity to begin to note her mannerisms. No matter how much she may have been determined to not intentionally be typically, wily in her femininity she still had that hypnotizing swing to her hips when she walked. He was enjoying it when she turned to him upon reaching the kitchen.
"Do you drink tea? Iced tea?" She could feel his eyes on her and it was unnerving.
"Yes."
He had been caught-oh well-he wasn't ashamed of it. So he had begun to admire her physically-he knew she'd be one to make him wait and he was fine with that.
"Would you like a glass?"
"Yes please." Then he realized that she had said Nicole would be napping- "should we be talking this loud?"
'She's fine-she could sleep through a train wreck in her own front yard." It was as if she read his mind.
While she filled a glass for him she asked "Did you manage to get squared away?"
"Excuse me?" He was not sure what she meant.
Nervously she laughed, "I'm sorry, I meant did you get everything done that you needed to, are you all packed?"
"Yeah, I have my bags in the car-I figured if I brought them, I could stay a little longer." "That's good."
She handed him the glass and picked up her own. Making her way toward the living room she felt like such an idiot. Nice way to start off a conversation-she felt so formal. He sat next to her on the couch and they turned on the tv. There wasn't really anything on to watch in the middle of the afternoon except soaps and talk shows, which didn't interest either one. Jeff took the remote and turned off the television. He got up and turned on her stereo-volume low and just pushed play-waiting to see what she had last been listening to. He did not expect it to be Pearl Jam-he kind of hoped it wasn't. Wailing guitar riffs of the infamous Def Leppard sound greeted his ears and he smiled.
"I'm sorry I don't own any Pearl Jam CDs"
"OK. That's it! Do you have ESP? Can you read my mind?" he laughed
"Why?"
"Because in the 5 or so minutes since I have been here you've said or done something right along with what I was thinking!"
She smiled- "No I can't read your mind. You can stop worrying!"
"This is ok, I was actually hoping it wasn't PJ."
"You were?"
"Yeah, I was. Sometimes women go buy it or play it just for me and I can tell that its really not them."
"I probably don't have anything else you listen to either. I'm stuck in the 80's-the music was great. These guys are my PJ."
"I know-to be honest, someone exactly like me in every way would drive me nuts. There has to be some balance. You can learn more about life when you meet someone who is into something different."
That sexy drawl of his was driving HER nuts. It would take some getting used to or else he would soon just be able to speak and she'd lose it.