Because honestly, I am making a fool of myself.
What in the world am I doing with my life?
I hop back into my car and slam the door with an exaggerated huff.
What a way to continue this fucked-up morning!
I pull up in the parking lot at work, regret swirling over me for acting the way I did in front of strangers. My boss, Melinda Starke, waits for me in the parking lot impatiently. I’m never late for work. I assume she’s worried considering I’m now nearly an hour overdue. I park my Chevy as Mel rushes over to me. “Is everything all right?”
The minute I walk up to Melinda, my rambling begins. “Sarah’s stupid Surfer God used all the milk, which meant I didn’t have my coffee. So I drove to McDonald’s, bought one, and then proceeded to spill it all over me when some idiot crashed into the back of my car, and—”
“What? You were in an accident? Holy fuck! Are you okay?”
I nod my head and roll my eyes in annoyance at myself. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little rattled.” I give Mel a rundown of the accident, and she agrees to take a look at the damage to my car.
“Come inside so we can get you cleaned up.”
After spending some time in the bathroom attempting to clean the coffee stain from my clothes— which is as ineffective as trying to clean grease with cold water—I make my way to my desk with a cold pack on my chest.
What a crappy day this has turned out to be so far!
I sit at my desk feeling calmer as I turn on my computer and open my email account to get started on my workload when the phone rings. “Good morning. ADF Automotive Repairs, Jeni speaking.”
A man’s deep, sexy voice drawls down the line, “Jeni, my name’s Aiden O’Connell. Unfortunately, I’ve been in a minor car accident, and I was wondering if I could make an appointment to have my car repaired?”
I find myself lost in his sensual voice, and it takes a few seconds to realize he’s stopped talking. I shake my head to snap out of my trance. “Of course.” I check our availability. “We’ve had a cancellation this afternoon. We can fit you in for a consultation. One of our mechanics and a body repair technician can take a look at your vehicle and give you an estimate.”
“Great. What time?”
I find myself starting to imagine what this man looks like. Dusky blond hair, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, maybe?
“Say about two o’clock? Bob and Mark will be free then. Please park your vehicle in the parking lot out the front. Then come into the main office and ask for Jeni. I’ll get everything straightened out for you.”
He doesn’t need to come into the main office. Let’s face it, he could go straight to the repair shop. But for some reason, I want to see this mystery man with the gorgeous voice.
“Excellent, see you then.”
I smile a huge childish grin. “See you then, Mr. O’Connell.”
We both end the call, and my mood lifts. I don’t know why, but I’m excited to see this Aiden O’Connell. I know nothing about him other than his voice is mesmerizing. Maybe I’m losing my damn mind today?
I spend the next few hours invoicing, photocopying, and doing other mundane activities, and then decide to email Sarah to see how things are going at home.
To: Sarah Carlisle
From: Jenifer Taylor
Subject: Surfer God
Hey Sez,
Imagine my surprise this morning seeing that manly eye candy in our kitchen stealing all the milk! So I missed my morning coffee, then had a minor car accident and spilled said coffee all over my new white blouse. So you can picture how good I look today! Please don’t worry, I’m fine, no need to panic. Needless to say, that’s made my morning eventful.
Anyway, I hope your day is far more exciting than mine has been!
Also, can you grab some more milk… please. :)
P.S. Is he any good???