Tabbitha looked up from the laptop into the dark blue eyes of a man she could only describe as, yuuuuummy.  The sounds of the coffee house seemed to recede when she tuned her whole attention to the man before her.

Tall, yes he was definitely tall, at least six feet two inches.  Her neck hurt to stare up at him.

Levis.  Very few men looked bad in a pair of tight Levis, but some looked so scrumptious they rivaled the sticky doughy treats in the pastry case not five feet from where she sat.  His sandy blond hair needed trimmed, but didn't detract from the over all perfection of his face.

He smiled at her, a sexy smile, a smile a man gives a woman he just truly and totally pleasured, and he knows it.  He folded himself into the booth across from her, granting her neck a reprieve, and looked at the near empty coffee cup in front of her.  "Want some more of that?"

Tabbitha watched his lips as he spoke.  His lower lip was full and begging to be kissed.  "No thanks."

"What are you working on?"  He stretched long legs under the table until they brushed her right thigh.

She swallowed and tried to play it cool.  Most men who looked yummy knew it, and she did not want to be one of the vast ever fawning females, at least not in public.  Buck up sister, she chided herself. 

Tabbitha gave a curt nod and wasn't sure if it was to acknowledge the inner voice or his question.  "I am blogging."

"Really," he leaned forward to look at the screen of the Toshiba laptop.

She snapped down the screen and raised a brow.  "What are you doing?"

He leaned back crossing strong arms over his chest, not offended in the least.  His thigh rubbed along hers.  "Just wanted to see what you were writing.  Blog, that's like an online diary right?"

Tabbitha rolled her eyes.  "Yes, yes, it can be.  But once in awhile, you find a community of fellow bloggers and it becomes a social kinda thing too."

He gave her a lazy smile.  "So no big secrets?"

She snorted.  "Oh please!  Haven't you see the commercial with the teenage girl and the picture on the bulletin board?"

He looked confused.

She sighed.  "You know, she puts it up and then decides to take it down, but she can't.  It just keep showing up.  Everyone is looking at it."

He shook his head.

"The point is, once you put it out there, its there.  Can't take it back.  So no, I don't write any big secrets."  Not that she carried any big secrets.  But he didn't need to know that.  Mystery and all that.

He leaned forward and his spicy cologne teased her nostrils.  His voice lowered.  "You want to leave with me?"

Tabbitha's heart raced.  A visual cacophony of erotic images assaulted her senses.  She swallowed and tried to play it cool.  "I don't know, I have some more blogs to read."

His large hand rubbed the back of her clenched fist.  "I'll make it worth your while."

Ok, she was no saint.  "Lets go."

Tabbitha packed up her laptop with shaky hands.  She couldn't wait to be alone with this man.

"What about?"  She started toward the door when her practical side exerted itself.

He lifted a brow.  "What about?"

She bit her lip.  She didn't want to insert reality into what was fast becoming one of her most delicious fantasies.

His thick fingers found her neck and began a soft massage.

She sighed as he kneaded the tension away, all practical thoughts fleeting.

"You ready?"  He bent to growl in her ear.  When he saw her hesitation, he smiled.  "One question, ask anything you want, then you are mine."

She tried to ignore the steady warm fingers, the promise in his voice.

"One question," she panted and looked into those navy blues.

"Whose picking up the monkeys, I mean heh, the kids?"

He smiled and led her toward the door.  "Taken care of darling."

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