“Yes I’m here, sorry it’s my phone.” I tell him holding the phone between my shoulder and ear.
“Look, I gotta get out of town and I wont be back for a week so can you meet me somewhere?”
‘Um I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I tell him worrying my bottom lip.
“Do you want your phone or not?”
“Yes of course I want my phone.” I say becoming annoyed. What kind of stupid question was that?
“Then you need to meet me so that I can give it to you.”
“I don’t get off work for another hour so can you meet me after that?” I crossed my fingers hoping he could. I didn’t know what I would do without my phone for a week. Not that I wanted to call or text anyone but I was kicking ass in candy crush and wanted to beat my last score.
“Jesus, where the fuck do you wanna meet?” He grumbled and I smiled. I don’t know why but it kind of made me happy that I was annoying this person on the phone.
“Can you meet me out front of Jacks bar-b-q in an hour and a half?”
‘Sure, fine.” I can tell by his tone that he is completely annoyed and I smile bigger.
“Thanks a lot.”
“What are you wearing?” He asks
“What the hell does that mater?”
“Look,” He huffs out. “I have your phone, which means you don’t have a phone right?”
“Right.” I repeat like an idiot.
“So that means that I can’t call you and tell you when I get there, so I need to know what you’re wearing so I can spot you on the street, right?” I can hear the smile in his voice now.
“Oh… I guess that makes since.” I say and I can hear him laugh and the deepness of his laugh makes my belly flutter.
“So what are you wearing?”
“Oh.” I look down at myself feeling stupid about what I’m going to say to him. “Um.. A grey skirt, a white silk blouse oh! And I have brown hair.” I add the end part; I don’t know how many women may be wearing the same kind of thing as I am.
“Alright sweetheart I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” He says and the phone goes dead. I hang it up and toss my bag back under the desk and start putting back all the books that have been checked out by students away.
I started working at the school library a year ago when I moved to Nashville from Seattle. I work here three days a week, the rest of the time I work from home as a medical insurance specialist. I like working here, its quiet and the pay is good. I finish out my day making sure to update the computer system and locking up. When I leave the building most of the staff has left for the day. The parking lot is mostly empty except for my red Audi. I get in my car and turn it on, flip the button for the top, it takes a second for the top to go back and lock in place. The sound of Addicted to love by Florence and the machines starts playing as I head out to down town. When I reach the area that I’m supposed to meet this guy I find parking about a block away. This part of town is always crazy around this time of day; by the time that I reach Jakes I’m about ten minutes later than I planned of being. I look around wondering what this guy might look like. There are so many people walking around that I feel like an idiot that I didn’t ask him what he was wearing. I stand next to the building with my arms crossed over my chest. I want to sit down so bad my feet are killing me.
I have a sick love for heels and the ones I wore today are paying me back for wearing them for more than a few hours. I see a guy looking at me he’s about my age not much taller than my 5’5, he’s cute and wearing a suit and tie. I start to wave to see if it’s that the guy, then a guy about 6’3 and huge I don’t just mean in height, his body looks like its chiseled from stone. He’s wearing washed-out blue jeans and a white t-shirt; every piece of skin exposed is covered with tattoos. He is beautiful in a way that is unusual but no less gorgeous. His ears have those gauges in them. His hair is cut low on the sides, the top in a fohawk. His jaw is strong with a few days of stubble. His eyes are blue that almost looks like contacts. His eyes come to me before looking away quickly then the next second they come back to me doing a head to toe sweep. I gulp at the look on his face. I look past him to the other guy or try to. When Mr. Tattoo starts towards me blocking my view. I want to take a step back but I can’t go anywhere. Then I see my phone in his hand.
“This yours?” He asks. I nod like an idiot. He shakes his head running his free hand down his face. Then his eyes sweep me again. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He says looking upset. I look down at myself wondering how I could have offended him. I look normal or my working out of the house normal. When I’m at home working I wear baggie sweats, some I cut off into shorts just hanging off me, with tank tops or t-shirts. But the few days a week that I get out of the house I like to dress up or at least wear heels. “This cannot be fucking happening.” He says and I wonder if he is completely crazy.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I have to look way back even in my four inch heels he is still towering over me.
“You.”
“Me what?” I ask confused.
“Never mind who’s this?” He presses the button on my phone the screen lights up and a picture of Jamie Dornan wearing nothing but a pair of jeans takes up the screen.
“Um… That’s Jamie.” I say wondering why he is asking but too afraid to ask, the look on his face isn’t very open for conversation.
“He your man?”
“I wish.” I mumble and I hear him growl. My head flies back and I search his face, his jaw is ticking and his hand holding my phone has his knuckles turning white.
“What does that mean?” he ask
“That’s Jamie Dornan he’s playing fifty I don’t know him.” I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down at my feet what the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I not afraid right now? I have been scared my whole life and now when I should be running for cover I’m not scared at all.
“I don’t have time for this.” He says and I don’t know what he is talking about but I really want my phone. When I look up and see that he is walking away my eyes come together and I wonder what he is doing. Then I realize that he still has my phone.
“Hey you can’t steal my phone.” I cry grabbing onto his arm. He looks down at me then stops short I’m completely caught off guard when he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me flush against him. His free hand goes into my hair pulling my head back and kisses me, no, not kisses, he consumes me. My body starts to buzz like someone just plugged me into an electrical outlet. I start to feel light headed when he pulls his mouth from mine. I gasped, my fingers going to my mouth. “What was that?” I whispered looking into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
“Sophie.” I tell him my words spoken against my fingers. His body is hard as a rock against mine I can feel every muscle, every contour.
“Sophie.” He repeats, stands up to his full height pulling me with him. This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt small. I look around wondering if time stopped for anyone else. “My name is Nico.”
“Of course it is.” I say thinking that a guy that looks like him would have a name like that. Cool and hot something that rolls easy off your tongue but is hard to forget.
“I’ll see you when I get back into town Sophie.” He says making sure I’m steady on my feet.
“What?” I ask looking around again.
“Here’s your phone.” He hands me my phone and I’m still a little light headed. He starts to walk off again I watch in a daze then he turns around to face me from about twelve feet away. “Sophie.”
“Yeah?”
“Change the picture on your phone.” He says before he turns and disappears into the crowd. I stand there for a few minutes wondering what just happened. Eventually I pull myself together enough to make it to my car. When I get there I realize that I hadn’t even put the top up. I turn quickly looking in my back seat. Thank god my bag is still there.
I start my car and head home. I live in a small two-bedroom house, I bought the place cash when I moved, it’s not much but its home. I pull into my garage and hop out. I drag my bag with me. I need a beer or a shot of something. I unlock my door and kick my shoes off; they fly down the hall towards my room. Dropping my bag by the door and the infamous phone on the table I head to my kitchen open my freezer, pull out the bottle of vodka I keep there in case of emergency. I pull a coffee cup down from the cupboard fill it half full and shoot it back. Coughing up a lung and trying to catch my breath, I fill the glass up again. I shakily take another shot holding my breath as the burn fills my chest but this time I’m prepared for it. I put the stuff away feeling more relaxed already. I head to my room stripping off my clothes I put on a t-shirt. It’s early so I head to the living room grabbing my phone along the way. I plop down on my couch, put my feet up on the coffee table and turn the TV on and start up the DVR and press play on the big bang theory. I sit there for a few minutes in a daze. I look at my phone in my hand, clicking on the screen and look at the picture of Jamie. I don’t know why but I can’t help but to smile. Nico was hot slightly scary but defiantly interesting.
Nico
I was happy to be home. I had been gone four days chasing a Skip. I thought it would take me a little longer to catch up with the guy but lucky for me he was half moron. I pull up in front of my town house shutting off my car and my phone rings. I look at the caller id, I know its not going to be sweet Sophie but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to be. Kenton’s number flashes on the screen, I’m sure he has another case for me but right now that’s not happening. I’m going to have a beer go to bed then tomorrow I’m going over to the local Middle school.