Mallory
Ahh . . . .finally. The hot bath I was hoping for comes to fruition about an hour later. I play with the bubbles that are up to my chin, blowing them off my hand. I should really thank that guy. Maybe a gift for all of his help, I think, as I sigh and lean my head back, closing my eyes. Maybe I could bake him some cookies. Do really hot work-out types eat cookies? Ugh, I need to stop. I know deep down I'm just trying to find a reason to see him again. I don't even know why I would consider it. He obviously has no interest in me. If anything, I annoy him. He is kind of rude, too. Rude with a heart of gold. I smile at the contradiction. It bothers him to offend me, that much I can tell. I've always been told you can read my face like an open book. I have zero poker face skills. So, he says something hurtful, I react beyond my control, and he feels the urge to apologize or rephrase it to protect my feelings. Kinda sweet, right? I sink my head underneath the water. I have the worst taste in men. After what Josh did, I think I'm mentally screwed up. Why can't I fall for a nice cute guy who's a gentleman from the start. Not the office man whore or tall, dark, and broody next door.
I soak until my fingers are pruned and the bubbles are gone before getting out and preparing for bed. I lay out an outfit for tomorrow, pack my lunch, and glance out the window to see light from a TV flickering from his living room. I wonder what he does for a living, and what made him have a bad day. But I guess I'll never know since he'd rather NOT talk to me.
"Oh, well. His loss. Right, Mr. Pickles?"
I pick him up from the counter to cuddle him close, and I'm rewarded with a loud purr. At least one man in my life appreciates me.
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Unexpected
RomanceAfter coming out of a disturbing relationship, a devastated Mallory decides she needs change, hoping a change of scenery and career will be the answer to mending her brokenness. But she finds herself right back where she started, falling for the wro...
