Hanging by a Moment

Did I ruin your plans?

I am supposed to be choosing the perfect piece of salmon. How can I possibly concentrate when this perfect piece of ass is in front of me? Usually nothing comes between me and my food, but I can certainly make an exception for this guy. He's tall, has broad shoulders, I can see the outline of his shoulder and back muscles in his shirt. Just looking at him makes me weak in the knees. His one arm is completely covered in tattoos, which is an absolute plus. His thighs look like they're begging to be set free from his jeans and his ass is the most perfect ass on a guy I have ever seen. I have to check myself to make sure I'm not drooling. So far I've only seen him from the back and I'm so curious as to what the rest of him looks like. I'm already lusting after him so hard.

"Two pieces of salmon." His voice is so soft and sweet and not at all what I thought someone of his stature would sound like. Of course he's asking for two. One is probably for his wife or girlfriend. That would be my luck.

I already have my eye on the piece I want and I pray that he doesn't choose it. All of the other pieces don't look as desirable, which I can also say about him. I need to get myself together. I'm acting like I've never seen a man's back before. It would be pretty disappointing if his face didn't match the rest of him. I'm allowed to be shallow, I am lusting after a guy in the seafood section of Whole Foods after all.

He points to two pieces of salmon, one of them is mine because of course it is. "Dammit!" I say. Out loud. That wasn't supposed to be out loud. That was supposed to be an inner thought. No one was supposed to hear that. Maybe he didn't hear it. It was pretty loud, but maybe, hopefully he's deaf. He slowly turns and looks over his shoulder at me. Not only am I completely embarrassed, I am now in love. He's got the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. His lips look like they were made to kiss, nice and plump. His face definitely matches the rest of him and now I can't stop staring. I probably should, though.

I look behind me, trying to act like someone else said dammit and not me. He's still looking at me so I don't think he buys it. Part of me wants him to continue looking at me because he's beautiful, the other part of me is nervous. He's got this intensity in his eyes that's intimidating and sexy all at the same time.

"Problem?" he asks.

"You took my salmon."

"Hm. Funny. It looks like that's my salmon."

"Well, it's the piece I chose."

His lips curl into a bit of a smirk. "You should have gotten here first then."

Why is it that his smart ass sass is doing it for me? He's still obviously cooking for two so I shouldn't lay on the flirting too thick just in case it is for a wife or girlfriend. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Did I ruin your plans?"

"A little."

He fights a smile, rather unsuccessfully I might add. "Sorry."

"You're not sorry, but that's fine, you don't have to be."

"You're right. I don't. You look bummed, though."

"So you should probably just pick another piece and give that one to me."

"I don't think so. Nice try, though."

The guy behind the case hands him the two pieces and looks to me to my order. I have him pick the biggest piece that's left for me, it doesn't matter at this point. I pick up a container of my favorite seasoning, their sesame ginger blend. It's so good and my favorite thing to put on salmon. I notice that the salmon stealer hasn't left yet and he's looking into my basket. "Do I have something you want? Trade maybe?"

"You don't even put your own seasoning together?"

"Not all of us are master chefs like you apparently are. It's really good. It's ginger, sesame, and pepper. It's subtle but gives it just the right amount of flavoring. If you like ginger you will like this."