These are a few chapters and I will try to update this as soon as I get a feel of where to go next.
Kay
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"Today's highs are going to be in the 90s with a low of a possible 75 tonight." I flicked off the television in disgust at what the weatherman had just said and quickly rethought my outfit for the day. Looking down at the jeans and button up short-sleeve shirt I had picked the night before, I was seriously debating on whether or not to grab the cleanest looking t-shirt and just forget it.
I had just moved here to Knoxville and the weather's reputation had not let me down one bit. I looked at the open windows of my Victorian styled home and knew immediately what I was forgetting to check on. I walked into the next room and saw him, the air conditioning repair man, also known as my angel in disguise.
Bent over working on the vents, he seemed of large build and he only proved my theory by standing to greet me. He stood over six feet five inches tall and compared to my five foot six, I was barely meeting his broad masculine shoulders. His fierce blue eyes met mine and I was unknowingly a goner right then.
My heart did that funny little flippy thing it does when I get excited about something or in this case someone. He reintroduced himself and explained what was wrong with my AC, then explained that it would take a few days to fix it completely.
Disappointed, I walked into the kitchen and noticed the clock on the wall read 4 P.M. "SHIT! Where has the day gone? I haven't eaten a thing all day!" I then suddenly realized that I was beginning to feel the dizziness that accompanies fasting and stumbled towards a chair. But before making it to the chair, I thumped to the ground as everything went black.
2
I awoke to a strange sensation. I felt the coolness of a damp washcloth being pressed to my forehead while a strange, yet slightly familiar, voice called out to me.
I slowly remembered that it was Andrew, the AC repairman's voice and floated back to reality. My eyes fluttered open to the gorgeous site of a dark haired, blue eyed man leaning over me with a severe look of worry on his face. I sat up as he asked me continuously if I were alright or if I needed anything.
Slowly standing, I replied that I was fine and had just forgotten to eat. He looked at me with a sigh of relief and handed me the glass of water he had just poured. His large hands and arms guided me to my couch and he sat beside me until the pounding in my head subsided.
He was attractive and I had nonchalantly noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring, which I must admit made me feel a little better instantly. I caught him looking at me, again with the worried look, out of the corner of my eye and turned to him. He smiled a weary smile and asked again if I were alright.
I looked at him and a burst of courage came from nowhere. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked as if nothing at all had just happened. He looked at me shocked but smiled as I explained that I had just moved here and did not know anyone yet. He smiled the sexiest smile I have ever seen and said he would love to.
After making sure that I was fine, he left me and went home to get cleaned up for our date. I wasn't quite sure if it was really a date, or just a casual dinner thing but I dressed to impress either way.
I thought out loud as I showered and readied myself for dinner, "What the hell possessed me to ask him out for dinner? And just what do I suppose is going to happen? We fall in love after he fixes my AC and rescues me? God Kay, get a hold of your self! Its just dinner with a new friend, let it evolve into what it will and stop with your stupid expectations."
As I was adjusting my smaller than I thought top yet again, my doorbell chimed the arrival of a guest. My heart stopped then fluttered as if I were on speed or something. I looked at my cell, "He's thirty minutes early," I thought out loud, talking to myself yet again.
I almost pranced to my door when I saw his tall figure fill my glass doorframe. I opened the door to a sharply dressed, and oh so sweet smelling, version of the man that had rescued me in my kitchen only a mere hour prior.