Welcome everyone to my first story. First chapter is going to just be a bit of an opener to get you acquainted with our lovely characters. Stick around for more fun! Feedback is appreciated.
-DissociativeDesire
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Ophelia's smile was radiant, though even she knew that it held no real interest in the topics being discussed at the restaurant table. Her boyfriend's friends were a real bore. They seemed to be able to babble on for days about such mundane subjects like crocket or the latest fashion of men's socks.
She didn't even try to hold in her sigh.
Adam's eyes don't even shift to her at the rude noise, his focus solely on his annoying paralegal friend as they chatted about things that flew over her head. She didn't bother trying to get her boyfriend's attention. She didn't blame him for wanting to spend as much time as possible with his college friends before he graduated. She understood his unwillingness to detach himself from his pals, but it was their third time this week getting together with the unbearable bunch.
And it was only Wednesday.
She was eager to return home, unlike her boyfriend. She missed her parents dearly, as it had been months since she had last seen them. The past four years had been scattered visits and hour long phone calls as she pushed on to attain her Bachelor's in music. She had graduated early, a semester before Adam, but decided to stick around for the next few months to see where their relationship would go once he was set free from the University. She desperately hoped there would be a diamond ring involved, as it seemed that her marital status was one of the only things her mother had any interest in. Marriage only made sense at this point in their relationship, as they had been dating for over two years now. Ophelia was eager to cross a wedding off of her list of things to get out of the way before her mother died of a stroke from having to wait to see her only child married off. With their planes leaving this Saturday, she didn't see her wish being granted anytime soon.
Of course she had been right, with her left hand ring finger still bare by the time that they had said their chaste goodbyes before boarding onto their separate planes. Oh well. Adam was heading to celebrate his graduation with family in upstate New York, a minor milestone for a newly awarded attorney in a family of attorneys. She was relieved when Adam failed to invite her to go with him for the celebration. A musician didn't belong in a room of attorneys, as they had both found out when she had met his parents for dinner a year ago. To say the least, they were not thrilled with their son's taste in women. Ophelia couldn't find it in herself to even disagree with them.
As for Adam, she could stand to wait the few days before he was to fly out to see her. What she couldn't wait to see were the rolling farm lands and scattered farm houses of Missouri. Of course, she enjoyed her time spent in the cities, but the crowded sidewalks and endless street noise made her feel overwhelmed at times. There was just no comparison to the country back roads and genuine people found in her home town. Well, that and the view she had whenever she went by Robbie's Garage. She found that if she sat in the back corner of the cafe across the street, she would be able to have an uninterrupted view of the overwhelmingly hot apprentice.
Ophelia flushes in her seat, annoyed at herself for bringing up such embarrassing memories from her youth as the plane begins to land home. She shouldn't be thinking of hot cashiers.
Even if they were like a cold drink on a hot Missouri day.
<_>
The air conditioning was going in the patrol car again. Sweat beaded on Julian's forehead as he cranked the gauges to see if he could manage to get the temperature in the vehicle a hair above boiling. The sun was beating down on the black hood of the car like a hammer where it stood parked on the side of the road, and it was only May. He wasn't looking forward to a summer filled with him under the hood of the car, desperately trying to fix the compressor again.
A call on his radio pulls him from his sour thoughts, a muffled voice crackling through the speakers. Wiping the sweat from his face, Julian grabs the talkie and holds down the button with his finger.
"What was that, Lin?" He knew his voice sounded gruff, but the friendly receptionist at the station would never hold it against him. She knew he was moodier than a cat in heat.
"Deputy Moreno, I got a call from Mrs. Sarker. She was expecting her daughter home a few hours ago from the airport and has been unable to reach her. She and her husband are starting to get worried." Julian stops cranking down the window as he processes Lin's words.
"Call Mrs. Sarker back and tell her that I'm on my way to the airport." It is easy for Julian to keep the worry out of his voice, but his body was a different story. The patrol car sputters to life as he eagerly shoves the vehicle into drive. Wind pours in from the open windows as he allows the car to double the speed limit, his eyes on the road as his mind wanders to the woman in question.
Ophelia Sarker, otherwise known as the star of his teenage fantasies. It had been years since he had caught a glimpse of the vixen. He had wished that it was just her good looks that caught his attention, but that was only the half of it. The stunning brunette had been valedictorian of their high school class, her shapely curves always hidden behind a food drive donation sign or some other volunteer crap. She hadn't been hopping up and down on the football field with pom-poms, no, she didn't need to do that to get his attention. She had been too busy running the music club and tutoring students to pay attention to the heated looks she got from most of the male population at school, including Julian. She seemed to bring a smile to the face of everyone she talked to, her charm endless. He had wanted to despise her, wanting to remain unaffected by her dimpled smile and breathless voice, but that had shattered the moment her golden stare found him.
That was when he found out just how dark he truly was.
Sandy Hollow's only airport looked practically deserted by the time Julian pulled in, his tires squealing as they were forced to halt abruptly. The engine dies with gratitude as Julian yanks the key out, his boots already hitting the pavement. In a few strides that would have taken others many, his hand is on door, pushing it open with purpose. He pauses as he enters the small lobby, his eyes scanning the room for the dark tresses of his victim. It doesn't take long before they stop on an unforgettable form, a brunette pony tail cascading in between her shoulders.
His breathing stops.
Never could he forget what the woman of his fantasies looked like from all those years ago, but her beauty still manages to stun him from moving. His eyes start at her sandal-incased feet, memorizing each painted toe before moving to her delicate ankles. He releases a sigh of appreciation at the curve of her calf, muscles defining the light olive skin. Her thighs show the same strength, their thickness growing to match the beautifully wide flare of her hips. He bites his bottom lip to keep from making any kind of guttural noise. Her buttocks is a thing of perfection, the heart-shaped globes enticingly encased in a pair of jean shorts. A burgundy top follows the lovely arch of her back and the generous swell of her breasts, the modest neckline doing nothing to keep Julian's stare from being non-predatory. The soft skin of her neck begs to be bitten, her jaw pleading to be nibbled on. Her usual smile is vacant, a pout framing her full lips like a silent plea to be kissed. Her button nose wrinkles as the lobbyist drones on like elevator music in the background of Julian's thoughts. Golden eyes framed by elegant brows draw him in further, the emotion held within them making him want to see what it would take for the golden orbs to release it. He had missed this view.
