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Chapter 1

"Clean up on aisle 3"

It was a fast paced Friday afternoon. I was counting down the time at work, so I can officially start the weekend. Like any clock at a job, time seemed to go backwards, and the face of the clock was laughing at my impatience. I recieved a text message from my mother to stop off at the store and pick up a few things for my cousin's birthday party. I simply replied "K" as a way to confirm that I read the message. My mother then sent me a long winded message of things she needed from the store. I read through the text and replied a simple "K" again.

It was 1:55 pm, and I began to get excited. This party was going to be just the therapy I need after a long week of being short staffed at the retirement home. Yet again, another call off, and no matter what I did, it seemed I was working an uphill battle all day. I recieved text from my cousin a minute later asking me if I was coming to the party, and I replied "Yes." I could practically hear the excitement as he feverishly replied "Hells yeah." I checked my phone one last time, and finally, 2 o'clock. Time to boggie on out. I flew down the staircase, clocked out, and I felt the wind of the summer day. It seemed to almost speak to me "You're free!" I started the car, and I was off to the store. I looked at my phone again to read the text my mother sent me. As I drove, I popped on some of my favorite music to really get the weekend vibes going. I cranked it up and nearly blasted my speakers. Anyone around my car was probably yelling at me to turn it down, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying. I was in the weekend mood, and I was really letting everyone know I was done taking orders.

The grocery store seemed to be packed with people getting last minute items, and the weekend party theme was all about birthdays. At least six other people were planning to go to so-and-so's birthday party. It was beautiful weather for one. A perfect 75 degrees, sunny, and not a rain cloud in sight. Your perfect weekend weather. I darted around the aisles looking for a few things off the list, and I came upon a familiar aisle. I am a frequent visitor to the "sexual items" shelf. I think to myself I need more lubricant for my funtime toys. I sift through a few warming gels and toss them into the little basket I had. Satisfied with all of the list items in check, plus a few extra things for myself, I head for the check-out line. But as soon as I left the aisle, I crashed into a man and all of my things flew from the basket. I hit the floor and so did he, along with a few seething expletives nobody should hear. I sat up and looked at the man as he rubbed the back of his head. Onlookers in the store kept to their own business for they had their own things to do. The man looked at me and quickly got to his feet before I realized what had happened. He extended his hand and offered his apology.

"I didn't mean to knock you over. Please allow me to help you up."

As I wondered what accent he had, he took my hand and stood me up. I inwardly marveled at his strength. This guy had to work out or something because I was a heavy girl.

"You're not hurt, are you?" He questioned.

"No. I'm okay. I'm sure I'll have a lump on my head, but I'll be fine."

"I really am sorry, I shouldn't have been running. I was only coming in here for a few things for my cousin's birthday party."

See? Another birthday party.

"No. It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine. I've had more serious wounds than this."

As I had the thought to ask him what he meant, he looked to the floor and began helping me gather all my groceries.

"No. Please, I can get it. You go on and get what you were looking for." I bent down and helped him.

His hands found the warming gel, and I turned hotter than the blazing sun from embarrassment. He glanced at the small tube and grinned.

"Got some fun planned with your boyfriend tonight, don't you?"

I remained silent before I answered a little too honestly. He didn't really need to know that was for myself.

"Uh, I don't have a boyfriend." I said

"That's too bad. I bet he'd enjoy using this on you."

That's when I thought I nearly had an orgasm at the stranger's suggestive tone. His accent was thick and exotic. And something about his deep voice made his comment a thousand times hotter than it really needed to be.

"I'm sure he would." I kicked the ground with a disappointment that we were talking about a guy that didn't exist.

"Well, that looks like all of your things, except this." He dropped the tube into my basket.

"Have a good weekend, and let's hope you don't run into anyone else today, huh?"

"Yeah. Sure." I half intelligently said. Something about his dark appearance, his hazel eyes, his well after 5 o'clock shadow, and that buttery smooth voice paired with that uncommon accent really made me almost completely forget why the hell I was even at the grocery store.

He waved his goodbye, and I raised my hand back to him. I reached for my phone and texted my friend what had just happened.

Oh my God, Brittany. I just literally ran into one of the most gorgeous man I've ever met!

A few minutes later came her reply of something smart assed.

Was it that guy you like from that band?

I snorted a laugh and began to describe the mystery man through the text. I put the phone away and continued my check-out.

As I'm driving to my cousin's party, I am thinking of the one that got away. I had thirty minutes alone to myself, and my mind drifts a little with that much alone time. And currently, my mind drifted off into a scenario involving the man I literally knew nothing about, except for the fact he had a cousin. It involved he and I in rhythmic lovemaking that was too vivid to comprehend. It gave my mind something to think about as I am driving to this party. I had to stop thinking this way, or I'd never make it. I could hear it now:

"Why didn't you come to my party, Sharon? You said you'd be there."

"Sorry, something came up." Double entendre fully meant.

I arrive at the party a little after 4 o'clock, and everyone wondered why I took so long to get there. It was only a half an hour drive. What the hell, Sharon? I explained what happened, everyone's faces suggested he was a thief trying to steal my wallet or whatever.

"No. I still have everything."

"Nothing is missing? Your credit card? Your money?"

It's nice to think that people think the best of people.

"No. He seemed really nice, and he helped me pick up my stuff. He asked me if I was okay and told me to have a good weekend."

"Are you okay? It seemed like you fell pretty hard the way you tell it."

"A little bump, but I'm okay."

"But that couldn't have taken more than a few minutes."

"Well, I stopped at Grandma's plot before I came to say hi to her. I see she got her headstone. It looks nice."

That seemed to fill in that time. I really did go visit my grandmother's grave, but mostly I had to stop somewhere to clear my head of the attractive stranger that had spread to every corner of my mind. And still was.

The party was enjoyed by all, and many people were ready to leave. Especially me. After a strange day, I think it was time to me to indulge myself in some alone time. My mind was steaming and buzzing with unknown-by-the-family lust.