My name is Celine. I thought by moving to the big city I'll have a normal kinda lifestyle. Little did I know I took a job as the Devil's personal assistant. Better the Devil you know than the angel you don't.
He takes a handkerchief from his jacket front pocket and lightly starts to dab my blouse. " Again I'm so sorry." He snickers like he's finding this very amusing.
I can't believe it. On a curb next to the café waiting for a cab to take me to work a beautiful man stands and wipes coffee from my blouse, I stand in awe not even noticing how close he is to my chest as he keeps dabbing the stain mark.
"Miss are you alright?" He looks up at me with piercing blue eyes and I need to catch my breath for a second.
"Yeah, sorry I got lost there for a moment." I manage to get out even though my mouth is drier than my wardrobe choice.
He chuckles low. "I see."
I can't remember the last time a man touched me, it's nice, oh god it's nice.
The beautiful man looks up at me again as he smiles."Feel free to stop me any time"
"Oh shit sorry." I quickly take the handkerchief from his hand, he stands up straight and only now do I notice how tall he is, I can't help it but look up at him nervously smiling.
Man I can stare at this guy for ever, he is very slender, has no facial hair, straight blond short hair, no bald spots, about in his thirties, dressed in jeans and a blazer jacket, long-sleeved, just normal clothes, not pale but not tanned, just a regular 'look,' but what makes him beautiful to me is his golden hair, his blue eyes, straight but prominent nose, slightly wide mouth but not very full lips.
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He is the complete opposite of Damian, I think that's why I'm attracted to this stranger, Damian is my type but I think after having a crush on a man for that long all hopes of ever being with him fades and you grow as a person, find ways to like other things.
For example, I used to love Mr. Shuang's Kung Pao Chicken down the road but because Damian likes Chinese food for lunch every Wednesday, I found Frijoles Picantes Mexican cuisine a better fit for me, I hate associating Chinese takeout with a man who'll never see me as more than a personal assistant. Fuck my life, I'm so petty. WellI don't usually like guys who look groomed and pedicured and 'facial-ed' like this guy. I like an irregular look, angular features, someone who smiles easily, is 6′10" or 6′11 maybe 7' might be pushing it but a girl can dream right? And oh that hair! This stranger's hair is not too long but I bet it's long enough to grip my fingers hard enough through them. That's what this man looks like, like hot steamy sex on a fucking stick.
Suddenly I get jerked out of my own stupid head when the man speaks again. "Can I write you a cheque for the damages, or at least buy you something else to wear?"
I feel the blush creep up from my neck and stop at my cheeks, but I manage to respond in a calm manner. "No, no it's fine, gosh I hated this stupid outfit anyways." I'm not lying, my clothes isn't exactly expensive clothes.
" Okay then, why don't you say I take you out for coffee sometime?" His voice dips low.
I start to chuckle motioning at my clothes. "Seriously?"
