That was it. I was done with all the foolishness. All the good men were taken, scooped up by sisters who had determined what they wanted and needed early enough in life to still grab a decent one while the grabbing was good. I wondered what lucky sister had snagged Yardley Brown. Now he was definitely a keeper.
He came into the bank on Monday, looking like he’d stepped out of GQ magazine. Chance cleared her throat and pointed in his direction, as if I could miss his fine ass. He had on a perfectly tailored black suit and a wool overcoat. His hair had been freshly cut. I noticed he was growing a goatee. Sexy as sin.
He did the usual. Waited in line at the teller window
for next available and then made a deposit. He was on his way out the door when he stopped dead in his tracks, turned in our direction, and walked straight over to my desk.
I started shuffling some papers around, trying to look busy. I was a nervous wreck.
“Excuse me, Miss. I was wondering if you could assist me with something.”
I looked up into his eyes and almost creamed in my panties. He was ten times, a hundred times, finer up close.
“Yes…yes…yes…,” I stammered. “What can I do for you, Mr.?…”
I already knew his name, but didn’t want him to know that Chance had reported back to me after her inquisition.
“Brown. Yardley Brown.” He extended his hand and I took it. It was strong, but he had very soft skin.
“Rayne Waters.” I motioned to the chair across my desk. “Please have a seat.”
“Thanks.”
He sat down and his cologne invaded my nostrils. All I could think about was licking him. I told myself to gain some control. While not married, according to Chance, he was definitely involved.
We stared each other down for about thirty seconds. It was the longest thirty seconds of my life. I broke the gaze, straightening up my desk and folding my hands on top of my desk pad.
“Mr. Brown, how can I help you today?”
“I’d like to reorder some checks.”
“Oh, well, you could’ve done that at the teller window. It’s a really simple process, if you’re getting the same type and number sequence. However, I’d be more than happy to take care of it for you. It won’t take but a moment.”
“Actually, I’d like to look at the others you have available. I feel like I need a change in my life.”
For the next fifteen minutes, I showed him the binders full of designs for checks; everything from angels to athletic teams. He finally decided on a modern design and I helped him complete the paperwork. He was indeed a chiropractor, which explained the soft hands. Who wants ashy hands all over them?
“Well, that should take care of it,” I informed him.
“Can I ask you a question, Rayne?”
“Certainly, Mr. Brown.”
“Please call me Yardley.”
“Okay.”
I glanced over at Chance and she was hanging on every word.
“Are you seeing anyone right now, Rayne?”
I almost fell out. He was coming on to me.
“Uh, no, not really.” I didn’t want to seem desperate so I added, “I do have friends but I’m not seriously involved.”
“Me either.”
Was he for real? How could a man that fine be unshackled?