too good to be true, I thought. He peeled off a hundred dollar bill and handed it to me. When our hands touched I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. My legs actually shook.
“Okay twenty-three, eighty-seven out of one hundred. Your change is seventy-six thirteen, Stephen.”
“Thank you…”
“Addison.”
“Thank you Addison,” he said and briefly held my hand before taking his change.
God, he is sexy, I thought.
“I hope she likes it.”
“I’m sure she will. I’m her favorite child so she loves everything I give her.”
“I sure hope you don’t tell your siblings that.” He gave a half smirk and his eyes twinkled.
“No worries, I’m an only child.”
“Good thing you sound like a handful.”
“You have no idea Addison,” he said in a way that just oozed sexual innuendo.
I placed his gift in a bag and handed it to him.
“You have a nice shop here Addison. How long have you been here?”
“Thank you. I opened this location about five years ago, about a year after I had my daughter.”
“This location? Do you have another?”
“No, not yet, but I’m hoping to soon.”
“Well, good luck with that. If mom likes the scarf I’m sure I’ll be back again. Repeat business is always a good thing.”
“I hope she likes it. Not just for the repeat business,” I giggled. “She sounds like a genuinely special woman and deserves a wonderful treat.”
“Well, I have kept you open past your regular business hours. I should be going.”
“It was my pleasure Stephen. Have a good evening.”
“And you as well Addison.”
Chapter 11
Stephen
Her pictures didn’t do her justice. She was more striking than I remembered. Watching her work in her floor length navy and ivory patterned summer dress. It took every ounce of strength in my not to grab her, throw her up against the counter and ravage her. I was in serious trouble if I continued down this path. This was the one person that had the power to crush me and she didn’t even know who I was.
When I first realized that it was in fact, Addison that had applied for the funds I had formulated a plan. My plan was simple introduce myself, seduce her, decline the funds she applied for and then reveal why. I wasn’t typically a vengeful person, but she had hurt me so deeply, so many years ago.
Now that I had seen her in person I was wavering. Did I still want to do that? Did I want to be that person? Did I want to destroy her over something that happened twenty years ago? It was that devastation that forced me to work and strive to become that man that I was today. Would hurting her prove anything? Would it make me feel better? I had no idea what I was doing. I made a mistake coming here, I thought to myself. Whatever happened from here out, I brought it upon myself.
I pulled up to the restaurant about thirty minutes early. I sat in the car with the air conditioner running for about twenty minutes, while I waited for my mother. I jumped on my phone and looked through “her” Facebook page again. She was a mother and a successful business woman. Twenty years of life and memories had changed her. I wanted to see how. No, I needed to. I told myself that before I invested money in her company, I needed to see what type of businesswoman, she was, but the truth was I needed to for myself what kind of a person she was.
I saw my mother pull into the lot about ten minutes to seven. I took one last look at her picture, locked my phone, stepped out of the car, grabbed my gift bag and dropped my phone in my pocket. I walked over to my mother’s car. She was busy looking through her purse. I tapped on the door frame. She jumped.
“You startled me,” she said through her open window.
“Mom, it’s the middle of summer. Why do you have the windows down?
“Okay twenty-three, eighty-seven out of one hundred. Your change is seventy-six thirteen, Stephen.”
“Thank you…”
“Addison.”
“Thank you Addison,” he said and briefly held my hand before taking his change.
God, he is sexy, I thought.
“I hope she likes it.”
“I’m sure she will. I’m her favorite child so she loves everything I give her.”
“I sure hope you don’t tell your siblings that.” He gave a half smirk and his eyes twinkled.
“No worries, I’m an only child.”
“Good thing you sound like a handful.”
“You have no idea Addison,” he said in a way that just oozed sexual innuendo.
I placed his gift in a bag and handed it to him.
“You have a nice shop here Addison. How long have you been here?”
“Thank you. I opened this location about five years ago, about a year after I had my daughter.”
“This location? Do you have another?”
“No, not yet, but I’m hoping to soon.”
“Well, good luck with that. If mom likes the scarf I’m sure I’ll be back again. Repeat business is always a good thing.”
“I hope she likes it. Not just for the repeat business,” I giggled. “She sounds like a genuinely special woman and deserves a wonderful treat.”
“Well, I have kept you open past your regular business hours. I should be going.”
“It was my pleasure Stephen. Have a good evening.”
“And you as well Addison.”
Chapter 11
Stephen
Her pictures didn’t do her justice. She was more striking than I remembered. Watching her work in her floor length navy and ivory patterned summer dress. It took every ounce of strength in my not to grab her, throw her up against the counter and ravage her. I was in serious trouble if I continued down this path. This was the one person that had the power to crush me and she didn’t even know who I was.
When I first realized that it was in fact, Addison that had applied for the funds I had formulated a plan. My plan was simple introduce myself, seduce her, decline the funds she applied for and then reveal why. I wasn’t typically a vengeful person, but she had hurt me so deeply, so many years ago.
Now that I had seen her in person I was wavering. Did I still want to do that? Did I want to be that person? Did I want to destroy her over something that happened twenty years ago? It was that devastation that forced me to work and strive to become that man that I was today. Would hurting her prove anything? Would it make me feel better? I had no idea what I was doing. I made a mistake coming here, I thought to myself. Whatever happened from here out, I brought it upon myself.
I pulled up to the restaurant about thirty minutes early. I sat in the car with the air conditioner running for about twenty minutes, while I waited for my mother. I jumped on my phone and looked through “her” Facebook page again. She was a mother and a successful business woman. Twenty years of life and memories had changed her. I wanted to see how. No, I needed to. I told myself that before I invested money in her company, I needed to see what type of businesswoman, she was, but the truth was I needed to for myself what kind of a person she was.
I saw my mother pull into the lot about ten minutes to seven. I took one last look at her picture, locked my phone, stepped out of the car, grabbed my gift bag and dropped my phone in my pocket. I walked over to my mother’s car. She was busy looking through her purse. I tapped on the door frame. She jumped.
“You startled me,” she said through her open window.
“Mom, it’s the middle of summer. Why do you have the windows down?
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