He had brown skin and a solid square-jawed face. He looked like he was in his late thirties with sideburns. But it was his eyes that caught my attention. His brown eyes were flecked with gold—nothing I had ever seen before.
He was fine as hell.
Immediately I felt my stomach clench in an unfamiliar way as we looked at each other. And a weird feeling of warmth zoomed into my lady parts.What the fuck was happening to me?!
“It’s okay,” I protested as the man swiped his card, paying for the entirety of the purchase. But it was too late now.
“It’s not a problem,” he said. His voice was powerful, projecting strength, which had a weird effect on my body. The cashier was also taken aback by his voice, judging by how wide his eyes went. This guy could be a spokesperson for a commercial.
“Thanks so much,” I said, grabbing my bag. We walked out of the convenience store at the same time.
“You’re welcome,” he said, his gaze holding mine for a brief second before I looked away nervously.
“Alright, see ya!” I said. I walked towards the desolate park, turning away from him.
I took a few deep breaths of the cold air, and tried to get my bearings.
There was a weird tingling between my legs, and I wondered if that’s how people felt when they were aroused. I got excited as I sat on the bench, cracking open my snack. Maybe I wasn’t broken after all.
Why had that man affected me like this? Out of all men?
It was odd, but it proved that nothing was wrong with me. I never got a period like other girls growing up. My mom wouldn’t explain what was wrong with me, except that I needed to stop panicking about going to the doctor. So naturally, I thought I was fine. But now I was doubting again.
I threw a few Cornnuts on the ground for the birds waddling around my bench. Then I stopped, wondering if they’d choke on them.
The back of my neck prickled like someone was watching me. I stood still for a moment.
I casually turned.
There he was. The hot man who paid for my snack. He was standing off to the side of the park, watching me with his intense gaze. And those gold-flecked eyes.
I felt uneasy but also crazily aroused. There was an invisible pull in my chest, tugging me towards him.Was I starting to go officially crazy?
I stood up, and he began walking towards me. I was starting to freak out. This is how girls got kidnapped and killed. I would be on the news tomorrow morning with the newscaster announcing my death.
But instead of running, I stood there like an idiot.
He stood on the other side of the bench, waiting to see if I’d run.
“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’m sorry, this is awkward, but I’m curious.”
I debated whether just to give him a fake name. But decided that was how I always ended up single and alone.
“Tiana. What’s yours?”
“That’s a pretty name. My name’s Grant,” he said, sticking his hand out. I shook his hand and could feel electric sparks going through me at the skin contact.
I quickly pulled my hand away, and I could swear I saw his mouth pull up in a small smile. Like he knew what he was doing.
Was he aware of the effect he was having on me? No, that was crazy.
“I have to go. Thanks again for paying for my things. If I see you again, I owe you,” I said, sidling away before he could rape and kill me in the woods.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he assured me. “But I’d like your number.”
Wow, he had no tact at all.
“Um, no, I have a boyfriend,” I said hastily. “Anyways, goodbye.”