what I wanted to hear. Julie
would never betray me like that, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he
somehow knew. He was saying all the right things.
He was everything I wanted in a man, minus all the women, of
course. After his response, I hugged him. His head was in the crook of my neck,
and my head was on his chest. My hands were rubbing his sides and his back. I
could feel every rippling muscle through his shirt. He looked at me. “I’m going
to kiss you now.”
I smiled and shyly nodded. I felt my breathing pick up its pace,
and I prayed that my anxiety would stay at bay.
His lips softly but urgently met mine. There it was—our first
real kiss. I felt an explosion of emotions: happy, excited, mesmerized, and a
little scared. Our tongues entwined with each other, and it was amazing; we
were savoring each other. His hands went from my lower back into my hair.
Meanwhile, my hands were tracing his abs, and what abs they were! I felt every
ridge flex under my fingertips. I could have melted right there on the spot. He
broke the kiss. I actually think a whimper came from my throat. “Aubrey.” His
breathing was ragged, and I just looked at his beautiful eyes. “I don’t want to
rush this; I don’t think you do either. How about that coffee?”
I looked at him, smiled, and nodded. I couldn’t give a crap about
coffee, but okay, I’d never felt this way. I guess it was good that he stopped,
because I didn’t know that I would have. Then I’d be lumped in with every other
woman who ever looked at him. No wonder there were so many. I made a promise to
myself to try not to think about how many he had kissed that way.
We sat on the couch and watched Field of Dreams while we
had our coffee. We both loved that movie and apparently both loved baseball. “So
Alex, tell me, which major league baseball team is your favorite?”
He looked at me and said, “The Yankees.”
I exhaled. “Thank God. If you’d said the Red Sox, I would’ve had
to ask you to leave!” We both started laughing.
That was how our evening went. We laughed, talked, and snuck in a
few gentle kisses here and there.
Alex stood and I immediately felt alone. “I better get going. I
have to be at the club early tomorrow morning to confirm a delivery, and Brett
has tomorrow off.”
“Oh, Brett works for you?” He didn’t mention that earlier.
“Yes, technically, he’s my silent partner, but he just went
through a divorce, so he wants to become more involved. It’s great because then
I don’t have to work six nights a week.” He grabbed his cell and keys and headed
for the door.
I silently wondered if Julie knew Brett was divorced.
I stepped around him and opened the door. I leaned against the
doorframe and looked up at him. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Alex.”
“Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I smiled. He gave me a swift kiss and left.
Chapter 6
I cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. I
pulled out my journal and prepared to write my notes.
Entry 2—Alex—benching the player?
What a day! Alex is the most romantic man ever. He brought me
flowers, we went to lunch (he ordered for us), met yet another ex, not
romantic, but he handled it well. Plus I hate to say it, but I felt as if I
could like her and we could all be friends.
We took a walk in the park, met Julie and Brett for drinks, and
then came back here where we shared our love of baseball and the most amazing
kiss I’ve ever received.
He is definitely the perfect muse for my book. I couldn’t have
found anyone more suited to be my leading man, but not only for my book . . . for
me. He has everything: looks, brains, a gorgeous body, and a beautiful face. His
kiss made me forget my own name. I’ll have to see what tomorrow brings. I am
trying not to fall for him, but I can’t pretend that I don’t have feelings.
We’ll have to see if this leads anywhere or if he is still just
research. I wish I could shake the feeling that Alex
would never betray me like that, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he
somehow knew. He was saying all the right things.
He was everything I wanted in a man, minus all the women, of
course. After his response, I hugged him. His head was in the crook of my neck,
and my head was on his chest. My hands were rubbing his sides and his back. I
could feel every rippling muscle through his shirt. He looked at me. “I’m going
to kiss you now.”
I smiled and shyly nodded. I felt my breathing pick up its pace,
and I prayed that my anxiety would stay at bay.
His lips softly but urgently met mine. There it was—our first
real kiss. I felt an explosion of emotions: happy, excited, mesmerized, and a
little scared. Our tongues entwined with each other, and it was amazing; we
were savoring each other. His hands went from my lower back into my hair.
Meanwhile, my hands were tracing his abs, and what abs they were! I felt every
ridge flex under my fingertips. I could have melted right there on the spot. He
broke the kiss. I actually think a whimper came from my throat. “Aubrey.” His
breathing was ragged, and I just looked at his beautiful eyes. “I don’t want to
rush this; I don’t think you do either. How about that coffee?”
I looked at him, smiled, and nodded. I couldn’t give a crap about
coffee, but okay, I’d never felt this way. I guess it was good that he stopped,
because I didn’t know that I would have. Then I’d be lumped in with every other
woman who ever looked at him. No wonder there were so many. I made a promise to
myself to try not to think about how many he had kissed that way.
We sat on the couch and watched Field of Dreams while we
had our coffee. We both loved that movie and apparently both loved baseball. “So
Alex, tell me, which major league baseball team is your favorite?”
He looked at me and said, “The Yankees.”
I exhaled. “Thank God. If you’d said the Red Sox, I would’ve had
to ask you to leave!” We both started laughing.
That was how our evening went. We laughed, talked, and snuck in a
few gentle kisses here and there.
Alex stood and I immediately felt alone. “I better get going. I
have to be at the club early tomorrow morning to confirm a delivery, and Brett
has tomorrow off.”
“Oh, Brett works for you?” He didn’t mention that earlier.
“Yes, technically, he’s my silent partner, but he just went
through a divorce, so he wants to become more involved. It’s great because then
I don’t have to work six nights a week.” He grabbed his cell and keys and headed
for the door.
I silently wondered if Julie knew Brett was divorced.
I stepped around him and opened the door. I leaned against the
doorframe and looked up at him. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Alex.”
“Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I smiled. He gave me a swift kiss and left.
Chapter 6
I cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. I
pulled out my journal and prepared to write my notes.
Entry 2—Alex—benching the player?
What a day! Alex is the most romantic man ever. He brought me
flowers, we went to lunch (he ordered for us), met yet another ex, not
romantic, but he handled it well. Plus I hate to say it, but I felt as if I
could like her and we could all be friends.
We took a walk in the park, met Julie and Brett for drinks, and
then came back here where we shared our love of baseball and the most amazing
kiss I’ve ever received.
He is definitely the perfect muse for my book. I couldn’t have
found anyone more suited to be my leading man, but not only for my book . . . for
me. He has everything: looks, brains, a gorgeous body, and a beautiful face. His
kiss made me forget my own name. I’ll have to see what tomorrow brings. I am
trying not to fall for him, but I can’t pretend that I don’t have feelings.
We’ll have to see if this leads anywhere or if he is still just
research. I wish I could shake the feeling that Alex
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