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THERE WAS always something missing in Anney's life. It made her sad to think of never finding out the reason why. Sure she was pretty, with her deep mahogany hair and piercing green eyes, and she never had problems with guys. Well, until she had met a man one day in the local bar. Just by looking at him had made her wet. It was so sad that she had to go anyway, leaving the beautiful stranger alone. His sheer smile had hooked her first. Then those piercing icey blue eyes. But it had been months since that time.
As she walked down the busy New York sidewalk, hoping to get to her art studio quicker, she noticed a man, sitting on a park bench, looking down at his clasped hands. By the way he appeared, he was obviously deep in thought. She couldn't make out his face, his had was bowed down, hiding her view.
Deciding she needed to help, she strutted over to the man, bending to tap his shoulder. With her sharp movements, his head jerked up so fast his face was only inches away from hers. She saw blue eyes first, holding her captive with his gaze. He lifted his head more, giving her a quick view
of his pale blond hair. But now that her gaze had shifted, she was looking at a pair of cupid bow lips, light pink from the moisture in the air. Hell, it wasn't the only moisture roaming around. She hoped the south pole was staying cold right now, rubbing her legs to make sure.
It was then that she realized something. This handsome man before her was him. His eyes softened as he noticed who she was as well, and liking what he saw by the bulge between his pants. She tried looking away, not letting her mind wander about that little insight.
"Oh, um, how are you? Wait, I meant are you okay?" Her nervousness made him laugh, and it was so lovely. Like music.
"Well, I guess so. How about you?" His lips bit back another laugh, probably guessing what a fool she was.
"I guess you could say I'm the same."
"You're the girl from the bar, aren't you?" His question shocked her at first, then surprise turned to understanding.
"Well, yes, I am."
"Hmmm... what's your name? I never did catch it."
"Anney, uh-um, Anne, I mean." Yep, nervousness it was.
"Nice to meet you Anne, again. I'm Sam." She greeted him the same way, and began chatting with him, hoping to find out everything about him.
Right now, he was single, at his wonderful age at 25, only two years ahead of her. He worked as a Realtor for the thriving business offered by Tri-Up Inc. and laid down tile as a second job. Through their conversation, they shared laughs and blushes, and didn't mind the surrounding people eyeing them. She had finally met her dream guy, and she wasn't about to lose him.
"Anne, would you coming back home with me? It seems I haven't guests in awhile, and I would love to have you." That wasn't the only thing he was having.
"That would be perfect!" She was utterly thrilled at the idea.
"Okay, well, why don't we catch the next bus home?"
Once inside he offered a glass of wine, which she greedily accepted. His home was beautiful, like he was. Soft leather couches and decorative pillows covered the living room, and cherry oak cabinets filled the kitchen.