Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?
Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.
It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.
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The air was fresh and the day bright as they walked hand in hand across the grassy area towards the Diana Fountain in Hyde Park. Mitch had on a baseball cap and dark glasses and Lisa giggled telling him that was a sure fire way to be recognised in London as no one needed to wear dark glasses even in the height of summer. Dressed herself in tight jeans and an off shoulder cerise tight top, she walked along in her boots, the pointed heels sinking into the grass, making walking more of a hobble than a walk.
Arriving at the memorial they stood and watched as people balanced on the side of the white granite low sides, their feet in the swirling and bubbling water as it made its way around the circular cascade down to the calm pool at the bottom where small children floated sticks. Mitch wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, his body against her back. Silently they stood and watched in peace as people enjoyed themselves, un-noticed.
Pulling her closer he whispered in her ear, "This is as close as you get. There's water there and I don't trust you near it."
Smiling Lisa held onto his arms that were wrapped around her and told him, "Did I mention I was born under the birth sign of Aquarius."
"Now why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Water and me, we just seem to gravitate to each other."
Kissing her ear he muttered "and then sling it at me!"
"If you behave yourself you have nothing to worry about."
"Is that how you're going to control me, threatening to soak me if I step out of line for the rest of our lives."
Lisa felt herself go still, not sure if she had heard right. "The rest of our lives?"
"Mmmm."
"Is that a proposal?"
"Mmmmm......."
Turning around in his arms she looked up and smiled, "Not much of a proposal Mitch....where are the fluffy romantic words?"
"The screenwriter hasn't gotten round to sending me the script yet. So what do you say?"
Stepping back she looked up into the reflection in his sunglasses, a serious look on her face, "We need to talk."
"So is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a 'we need to talk'."
"Ok...I think."