One Crazy Week 1

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"One Crazy Week"

Unbelievably, Alex barely noticed her the day that Cyn walked into Prossa's Hardware Store. The day that Cyn walked into his life. But he definitely took notice when she strutted right up to him, smiled, and asked, "Hey, handsome, could you help me pick out some paint for my bedroom?"

Momentarily stunned, Alex simply stared at her. He couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed her the second she walked in. Her face was warm, comforting, and as spectacular as the summer sun. Round, bright, with a blaze of golden hair surrounding it. Her eyes exuded a fiery heat despite their cool blue color. She had plump lips, rosy cheeks, and a smile that almost blinded him.

And her body. Curvy -- some might call her "fat." Mammoth tits, a surprisingly slim waist for a bigger girl, and large, rounded hips which only made her large, hourglass figure even more pronounced.

Cyn looked at his name tag, snapped her fingers twice and asked, "Alex, honey? Try to focus. Paint?"

"Right. Right. Uh... it's down back." As they walked down the center aisle, Alex asked, "What color were you looking for?"

"I don't know. I just got a sudden urge to repaint my bedroom, so I hopped into the car and came here." Then she added, "My parents are at our beach house this weekend and I was bored."

As they got to the back of the store, Alex pointed to the display of paint color cards. "Well, here are all the colors that we have. See if something strikes your fancy."

Waving her hand at the display, Cyn told him, "Oh, I don't want to look through all of that." She smiled at him and he was simply entranced. "What color do

you

think would fit me? What do you think would be my style?"

"I don't even know you."

She held her hand out to him. "I'm Cyn. I like long walks on the beach, the smell of summer rain, and sunflowers."

Alex shook her hand. "I'm Alex," he said.

"I know." She pointed to his name tag. "I called you by your name, like, two minutes ago."

Alex looked down at his shirt and muttered, "Oh. Yeah."

"So, what color should I paint my bedroom?" Cyn asked. Then teasingly added, "Alex."

"Ummm..."

"Not much of a talker, are you? Alex."

"No. I... I was..."

Cyn put her hands on her hips and looked at him. "But you're very cute, Alex."

He turned bright red. "I..."

Cyn waited patiently, clearly enjoying how flustered he was becoming. "This is a big decision, so take your time." Then, again, added, "Alex."

"Uhhh..." Gaining back a modicum of composure, Alex finally stammered, "Yellow? Like sunflowers?" What he was really thinking was yellow, more like bright, cheerful, and beautiful. Stunning even.

But that was just his eyes looking at her and his mind wandering.

"Yellow..." Cyn mulled the idea over in her head. "Yellow... I like it! That's a great choice."

Alex handed her a paint color card and, emboldened by her slight praise, he was now able to speak without stammering. "We even have a color named 'Sunflower Sunrise.' It's the middle one."

"Oh! I like this color." She looked up at him. "Let's go with this one."

"Okay. We need to figure out how much paint you need. How big is your bedroom?"

"Small. Like ten feet by twelve feet or something."

"That is small."

"I like to think of it as cozy," Cyn replied with a sly wink bringing the blush back to Alex's cheeks.

He shuffled his feet then asked her, "Do you have rollers and brushes?"

"No. I'm afraid that I'm going to need everything." Cyn shrugged. "Actually, I don't even know

what

I'm going to need."

"I can help you with that stuff."

"You seem to be pretty knowledgeable about all of this. Cute and smart!"

Alex nervously chuckled. "Well, I work here, so..."

He was cut off when Cyn asked him, "Hey. When are you off work today?"

"What?"

"When are you done working today? You should come over and help me paint."

A little shocked at her boldness, but also intrigued, Alex told her, "I'm working until closing. Nine."

"Bummer. Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes."

Unfazed, Cyn continued. "How about the day after? Sunday?"

"I have it off."

"Awesome!" Cyn leaned towards Alex and plucked the pen out of his shirt pocket. She wrote her phone number and address across the "Sunflower Sunrise" sample and handed it to him. She popped the pen back into his shirt pocket. "I hope I don't have to write my name down, do I?"

Alex looked up from the paint card and smiled. "You do not, Cyn."

"Good. Come by whenever you can. My mom and dad are away, so I'll be home all day." Then she added, "Just waiting for you."

Holding the card in his hand, Alex asked, "Are you always this forward?"

"Hey, life is short and summer is for exciting adventures."

"'Life is short?'" Alex replied. "You're young. You have your whole life ahead of you." Alex studied her and then suddenly had a slightly concerning thought. "How old are you?"

"Oh, don't worry. There's no jailbait here." Cyn did a quick little shimmy showing off her curvaceous body. She did notice -- as she noticed with most men, and even some women -- his eyes were riveted to her jiggling breasts. "Eighteen."

She looked him up and down. "And what are you? Twenty-seven?"

"I'm twenty-two."

"You look older."

"Yeah. Everyone says that."

"Cool. I like older men, anyway."

"Let me pay for all of this and I'll see you on Sunday." As they were walking to the front of the store, Cyn looked over her shoulder to say something, but stopped short, completely forgetting what she had turned around for. "Were you staring at my ass?"

Wide-eyed, Alex realized that he had been caught in the act. Luckily, Cyn rescued him with a lopsided grin. "That's fine. I'm used to it," she told him dismissively as she turned and continued up the aisle. Alex tried to look elsewhere, but he simply couldn't. And he was convinced that there was a little extra swing in her wide hips as he followed her to the register.

Alex helped her load the painting supplies into the trunk of her car, then stood awkwardly next to her car as she fiddled with her keys. Finally selecting the correct one, she unlocked the driver's side door and turned back towards Alex. "So, I'll see you Sunday, hunk." It wasn't a question so much as a confident statement. With a twinkle in her eyes, she told him, "And I will make it worth your while." Cyn got into the car, closed the door, and started the engine. She rolled the window down and added, "But no sex, Alex. That's reserved for our third date."

Mouth agape, Alex watched as she drove away. It was a good three minutes before he could even move from the spot where she left him.

Early afternoon that Sunday, Alex rang the doorbell at the address that Cyn had given him. She answered the door in baggy sweatpants and a ratty, oversized T-shirt, with her golden hair pulled back from her face in a loose ponytail.

"Hey!" She greeted him with a warm hug like they were old friends. "Come on in."

Alex followed her into the house, closing the door behind him. "Wow. Something smells great."

"I told you that I'd make it worth your while," Cyn said, poking him lightly in the chest. I made a loaf of bread that's cooling right now. In a few hours, I'll start dinner. I hope you like roast chicken, potatoes, and a garden salad."

"Sounds delicious," Alex answered, looking at Cyn. He was quickly discovering just how interesting she was. And if Alex was honest with himself, he found her not only interesting, but downright captivating.

He had never met anyone quite like her.

Cyn took his hand. "Well, come on. We have some work to do before dinner." She led him upstairs and into a small room at the end of a hallway. "So, I moved some things out, and pulled the rest into the center of the room. I also taped off the trim, but you should check it. After all, you're the professional."

"Oh, I'm not a professional," Alex scoffed.

"You work at a hardware store."

"Just 'cause my parents own it though."

Cyn's face lit up. "Oh, really? Cute, smart,

and

rich! I really hit the trifecta here." She handed him a can of paint. "So, where are we starting?"

They spent the next few hours painting and talking. Alex was amazed at how effortless their conversation was and how comfortable he felt around Cyn. If there had been even the tiniest hint of sexual interest from her -- in spite of her occasional, and blatant, sexual comments and jokes -- Alex would have almost believed that he was falling for her.

In fact, he had already fallen for her. He simply didn't know it yet.

"Let's take a break," Cyn announced after they had finished cutting in all of the corners and edges with the bright, yellow paint. "I want to start dinner anyway."

Alex followed her back down to the kitchen where she poured them both tall glasses of lemonade. As Cyn started to gather the ingredients for dinner, Alex asked if he could help her.

"Absolutely not," she told him. "You just make yourself comfortable. Helping me paint is more than enough help. Besides, I like to cook." Cyn turned around and spread her arms, "And in case you haven't noticed, I also like to eat!"

While Cyn prepared the chicken and the potatoes, the two chatted. Or rather Cyn talked while Alex listened and offered the occasional "yes," "uh-huh," and "oh." And it wasn't like she just jabbered on and on. She was actually interesting. Alex found out that she had done very well in high school and graduated near the top of her class. Everyone had expected "big" things from her -- she had excelled in mathematics and the sciences -- but she had decided to follow her muse and go to a fine art school.

"If I fail as an artist, I can always fall back on my brains," she told him. "But I won't fail."

Alex barely knew her -- although she was giving him the crash course in Cyn 101. Between their meeting in the hardware store and the couple of hours painting, he had been in her presence for a sum total of less than three hours, but he had to agree with her. He was certain that she would not fail. He didn't think she was capable of failing at anything that she set her mind to, in fact.

"Alright," Cyn announced after washing her hands, "The chicken's in, I'll put the potatoes in later, and the salad is in the fridge. Ready to get a'rollin'?"

Alex stood up and clapped his hands. "Let's do it."

While they rolled swaths of "Sunflower Sunrise" on Cyn's bedroom walls, they continued talking.

"So, Alex," Cyn started, "I've been doing most of the talking, a personal trait that some find endearing... and some find annoying! Anyway, what's your story?"

"I don't really have one."

Cyn stopped rolling and faced him. "Oh, everyone has a story! Everyone is interesting in some way!"

"Not me. I work at the hardware store and that's about it."

"Oh, come on. Do you have any hobbies?"

"No," Alex answered, then added, "Well, I like to read."

"Okay. Here we go. What do you like to read?"

"Whatever magazines we have at the store. You know, when it's slow."

"Hmm," Cyn thought for a moment. "Have you done any traveling?"

"No. Not really."

"Play any sports?"

"A little bit in high school, but now I mostly work and help my parents."

"Alex," Cyn stated with a sigh, "I stand corrected. Not everyone is interesting in some way. Boy, it's a good thing you met me."

He looked at her smiling at him and believed that it was indeed a good thing that he had met her.

"Boring as you may be, I like you, Alex. I like you a lot."

A couple of hours later, the room was painted, Cyn had told Alex all about her art and her grandiose plans to dominate the art world -- of which Alex had very little doubt -- and they were back sitting at the small kitchen table with a veritable feast laid out before them.

"It looks and smells amazing, Cyn," Alex said.

"I'm a pretty good cook," she replied as she filled a plate for him, then filled one for herself. "Now, I know that you're a man of few words, but if you'd like to take the reins of our conversation, please do. I hope that you won't be offended if I don't say much. I'm sure that you could surmise that I enjoy food. And I'm not super great at multitasking. But feel free to talk. I'm more than happy to listen, just don't expect much chatter from me. I hope you don't mind."

As it turned out, Alex didn't mind. He didn't think that he had ever seen anyone enjoy

anything

as much as Cyn was enjoying her dinner. But he was learning that she seemed to enjoy everything. As they ate in virtual silence, Alex was learning something else. He was utterly fascinated by this young woman sitting across from him.

At one point, Cyn noticed Alex watching her eat and she looked at him. Not in any accusatory way. She was much too comfortable with herself to be bothered by someone watching her eat. She smiled at him, swallowed her mouthful of food, and said, "We should really go on a 'proper' date, Alex." She wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I mean, does this count as a date?"

"I don't know," Alex answered. "Do you want to consider this a date?"

"Yeah." Almost impossibly, Cyn's smile brightened even more. "Yeah, I do."

Alex could feel her warmth from across the table.

"But this time,

you

have to ask

me

out," she told him.

"Okay. I have Wednesday off. Cyn, could I take you out to dinner and a movie?"

"I would love it!"

After dinner, Alex helped Cyn clear the table, and then she brought out some chocolate chip cookies. "As much as I love to eat a good meal, I often feel that it's really just a prelude to dessert. You know what I mean?"

Alex didn't, but he smiled anyway.

"I baked these yesterday knowing that we'd be painting all day today. But they're just as good the next day."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

Cyn smiled with a mouthful of cookie, gulped it down and told him, "Of course. You can ask me anything."

"So, you baked cookies yesterday, had a chicken ready today, and the table was already set for two..." Alex shrugged. "I mean, did I ever even agree that I was coming to help you paint today?"

"No," Cyn said, matter-of-factly.

"But you did all of this?"

"Yes. I knew that you'd be here to paint."

"You are an amazing and intriguing woman."

"I've been told that." She batted her eyelashes at him in a mock flirt. "But you left out beautiful."

Alex nodded. "And beautiful."

After Alex had eaten two cookies, and Cyn a few more than two, she looked at him with a slight frown. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to kick you out, Alex."

Alex couldn't help feeling a bit saddened that their date was coming to an end. "Oh. Okay."

As if reading his mind, she continued, "I don't want today to end, but every day has to, doesn't it? Besides, I need to put my room back together and shower and clean up a bit."

"I can help you with your room," Alex offered.

"No. You've done so much already."

As she walked him to the door, she told him, "I don't want you taking me to an expensive restaurant or anything for our second date. I don't want you wasting money on me."

He turned to her. "I think it would be money well spent."

Cyn's eyes widened, she placed balled up fists on her hips, and glared at Alex. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am, mister? Dine and fuck?"

Flustered, Alex stammered, "No. I mean -- I -- You -- I think you would appreciate a nice restaurant... with good food."

Cyn laughed and placed a hand firmly on his chest, her thumb lightly rubbing against him. She could feel his collarbone under his shirt. "I'm just kidding. I've already decided that I like you, Alex. You don't need to impress me with anything fancy." She then added with a wink, "I'm a cheap date, anyway."

She opened the front door. "Thank you, Alex, for all of the help and for a wonderful afternoon." Cyn leaned in and gave him a short, chaste, almost sisterly kiss on his cheek. But Alex felt something else there. Somehow, she had conveyed a much deeper feeling in that simple symbol of thanks.

As he drove home, he told himself that the passion -- even lust -- that he thought he had felt in that tiny kiss was just in his head, but in his heart, he

knew

that Cyn had intended exactly what he had felt. Passion seemed to be Cyn's stock in trade. Almost her entire existence.

Monday and Tuesday were the longest two days of Alex's life. He had no idea how Cyn had captivated him so. A thousand times he had wanted to call her -- he kept the paint card with her number and address on it in his pocket -- but resisted the urge. She was a strong, independent woman and he didn't want to seem weak and needy. But the torture he went through was almost unfathomable.

He had two full days leading to their date to work himself up to a nervous wreck. But when she answered the door Wednesday evening, and he saw her smiling face, he instantly felt calm and at ease.

"Hey," she greeted him, then stepped aside. "My dad wants to meet you."

Standing behind Cyn was a middle-aged man in a loose polo shirt and cargo shorts. He stepped forward and shook Alex's hand. "So, this is the gentleman who helped you paint your room?"

"Yes," Cyn told him. "Dad, this is Alex."

As they shook hands, Alex said, "It's very nice to meet you, sir."

"Great to meet you, too. Do you know what movie you'll be seeing? I've heard that there are a few good ones out right now," Cyn's father asked, letting go of Alex's hand.

Alex looked at Cyn, then told him, "I was going to let Cyn decide."

Cyn's dad put a strong hand on his daughter's shoulder and laughed. "Alex, you learn quickly." He kissed the top of Cyn's head. "Now, you kids have fun tonight."

"We will, dad," Cyn said leaning a little against her father with obvious love and respect.

"What time would you like me to bring her home, sir?" Alex asked.

Her father smiled. "Cyn doesn't have a curfew. Whatever's good for you guys."

When they were in Alex's car and pulling out of the driveway, Alex had to ask, "No curfew and 'whatever's good?'"

"Oh, they trust me," Cyn stated. "I can do pretty much whatever I want. I guess my 'level-headed past' speaks for itself. Or so my mom always says. I'm never home late anyway. So, where are we going?"

"Do you like Italian food?"

"Alex, I like

all

food!"

"Okay. Then La Brama di Cibo it is."

"Sounds good to me."

When they arrived at the restaurant, there was a line out the door. "Look at that line," Cyn complained. "You know, we can go somewhere else."

Alex gave her a mysterious smile. "No. We're good." Cyn shrugged and got out of the car. Alex led her past the couple dozen people in line and walked right up to the front desk. "Is Signore Paffuto available?"