felt that surge. Is it possible that only one person would feel that much power? Yes, Laurel, only you in your harebrained attempt to recapture some long ago faded passion and excitement that’s not required in a mature relationship. Remember that you are a mature adult woman who is having absurd fantasies about a young boy. Please focus on the project at hand...the sunroom and not how getting your hands lost in his glorious hair would feel. Remember how he looked when you left. Please, Laurel just stop! And if you wander through one more Victoria’s Secret catalogue, I’m throwing them into the backyard campfire. Yet, there was that infinitesimal voice that screamed What if…..
I made one last check around the house to free it of smudges, dog hair, lollipop wrappers, dirty underwear and anything else a household of three children could hold in store for an unsuspecting visitor. I paced and paced some more. I fidgeted with the throw blankets and the curtains, I moved chairs and tables, I realized how ridiculous I was being and settled into my favorite lounge chair in the backyard. It was warm but still early enough in the afternoon to avoid the humidity that was sure to follow later. I could hear Sharon and her children getting ready for their afternoon at the pool. I wondered how my little people were doing with Kristy and knew they were just fine. My mind wandered back to the first time I met Brandon. I remembered how beautiful he was and the tingling I experienced everywhere in my body. I was beginning to get lost in the memory of his scent and the way his clothes clung to his body. My imagination was beginning to color my little moment with some extraordinarily vivid colors. I haven’t daydreamed about a boy since I was probably twenty two years old myself and that was most likely Paul. Well, that thought jolted me right back to the present. Exactly Laurel, you are too old to be doing this. How about you focus on your plans for the sunroom?
At that moment I heard an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Obviously that was him. I stood up and smoothed out my rumpled clothes and wiped the back of my hand across my forehead. It was beginning to get warmer. Thank goodness. I took a deep breathe to calm my jangled nerves and reminded myself that this was and is a business meeting to satisfy both parties involved. Act your age Laurel and not your shoe size, please. Stay focused! I forced my legs to not wobble and walked unsteadily at first to the back door where he would most likely knock. I caught a glimpse of his truck first. Wow, I was surprised to see he was driving a red F150 pick up. I never imagined him to be driving a truck. I pictured him to drive something more stately and foreign. Then, I took in a good long look at that gorgeous head of hair. His hair glistened even more in the afternoon sunlight. I quickly drew in a breathe of much needed oxygen, not only to steady myself but, also from the pure shock of his magnificent hair. I haven’t seen hair on a boy like that I think …nearly ever. As I walked further, I saw he had on an identical pair of low slung jeans that he had worn at the party that did wonders for his long, lean legs and narrow hips. He wore a white t-shirt and navy blue flip flops. Did I mention before that even his feet were beautiful? I had to take a deep breathe again when I saw that white t-shirt glorify his tan. Hmm…he really was beautiful. He will make some girl very lucky someday and happy I’m sure.
“Hi Laurel,” He outstretched his sinewy arm and grasped my extended hand delicately. There it was again! A pure and unadulterated electrical spark and now that I could focus a little better than I could the first time, and look into his crystal blue eyes, I knew it was completely all mine to own.
“Hello, Brandon. Thank you so much for coming. I’m really excited about getting some new ideas for the sunroom. I really need to get this completed before I go back on the nursing
I made one last check around the house to free it of smudges, dog hair, lollipop wrappers, dirty underwear and anything else a household of three children could hold in store for an unsuspecting visitor. I paced and paced some more. I fidgeted with the throw blankets and the curtains, I moved chairs and tables, I realized how ridiculous I was being and settled into my favorite lounge chair in the backyard. It was warm but still early enough in the afternoon to avoid the humidity that was sure to follow later. I could hear Sharon and her children getting ready for their afternoon at the pool. I wondered how my little people were doing with Kristy and knew they were just fine. My mind wandered back to the first time I met Brandon. I remembered how beautiful he was and the tingling I experienced everywhere in my body. I was beginning to get lost in the memory of his scent and the way his clothes clung to his body. My imagination was beginning to color my little moment with some extraordinarily vivid colors. I haven’t daydreamed about a boy since I was probably twenty two years old myself and that was most likely Paul. Well, that thought jolted me right back to the present. Exactly Laurel, you are too old to be doing this. How about you focus on your plans for the sunroom?
At that moment I heard an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Obviously that was him. I stood up and smoothed out my rumpled clothes and wiped the back of my hand across my forehead. It was beginning to get warmer. Thank goodness. I took a deep breathe to calm my jangled nerves and reminded myself that this was and is a business meeting to satisfy both parties involved. Act your age Laurel and not your shoe size, please. Stay focused! I forced my legs to not wobble and walked unsteadily at first to the back door where he would most likely knock. I caught a glimpse of his truck first. Wow, I was surprised to see he was driving a red F150 pick up. I never imagined him to be driving a truck. I pictured him to drive something more stately and foreign. Then, I took in a good long look at that gorgeous head of hair. His hair glistened even more in the afternoon sunlight. I quickly drew in a breathe of much needed oxygen, not only to steady myself but, also from the pure shock of his magnificent hair. I haven’t seen hair on a boy like that I think …nearly ever. As I walked further, I saw he had on an identical pair of low slung jeans that he had worn at the party that did wonders for his long, lean legs and narrow hips. He wore a white t-shirt and navy blue flip flops. Did I mention before that even his feet were beautiful? I had to take a deep breathe again when I saw that white t-shirt glorify his tan. Hmm…he really was beautiful. He will make some girl very lucky someday and happy I’m sure.
“Hi Laurel,” He outstretched his sinewy arm and grasped my extended hand delicately. There it was again! A pure and unadulterated electrical spark and now that I could focus a little better than I could the first time, and look into his crystal blue eyes, I knew it was completely all mine to own.
“Hello, Brandon. Thank you so much for coming. I’m really excited about getting some new ideas for the sunroom. I really need to get this completed before I go back on the nursing
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