Not a Homewrecker

Chapter One: Adonis

Bang, bang, bang!

The barista at the coffee shop keeps banging the damn pitcher on the countertop as he pours another latte. Unfortunately, I'm sitting at the table closest to the coffee bar since —by the time I arrived— all the other tables were occupied. Apparently, nine o'clock in the morning is late in comparison to these early bird coffee aficionados.

I wish I could be an early bird, but I'm a night owl through and through. Even on the nights I try to get into bed early, I won't fall asleep till after midnight. It's just the way I'm wired and I've learned to embrace it.

Last night, I stayed awake reading on my Kindle and, before I knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning. So, after only six hours of sleep I'm cranky and irritated. I'm usually a solid eight hours a night sleeper. Even if my sleep is cut short by fifteen minutes, I'll end up feeling like shit.

I sit waiting for my appointment to show up as that damn barista continues his banging. I'd like to go up to him and say, 'excuse me sir, is that really necessary? The coffee is gonna taste like crap anyway.' The coffee at these chain stores always tastes nasty. Do they burn their espresso or is it just subpar beans?

I'm on the verge of picking up my things and leaving when the door pushes open and Adonis walks in. Yep, that's what I'm calling him, Adonis. Holy shit! Where do they make these type of men? And can I buy one?

Adonis is a blonde haired and blued eyed perfect male specimen. He looks around the coffee shop and approaches me with a smile. "Hey there, are you Olivia?" he rumbles.

Wow, I have goosebumps on my arms from his voice alone. I stare up at him awestruck and open-mouthed. Holy, hot tamale! Am I supposed to say something?

"Uh, yeah, hello...and you are?"

"I'm Brad, your client," he says still smiling.

"Oh! Oh right, hello Brad it's nice to meet you." I offer him my hand for a handshake. And boy, does the man have a firm grip. I'd bet he'd have a strong grip on my hips as he thrusts into me.

Woahh! Where did that thought come from?

Adonis, I mean Brad, smiles at me again and takes a seat at my table.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I'm not used to the traffic in Los Angeles."

"Oh no?" I ask. "Where are you from?"

Bang, bang, bang.

Yes please, I'd like to bang Adonis' brains out. Adonis, no Brad, says something I don't catch.

"I'm sorry, the banging distracted me. What was that?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "I was just saying I'm from Montana. What about you? Are you from here?"

"Oh yeah," I nod. "Born and raised." I sit there staring at him and tilt my head when he clears his throat and gives me another smile. I sigh lovingly and bat my lashes. I think Adonis turned me into a cartoon character. It's fine, Olive is practically the same as Olivia, 'eeny meeny miney mo, I shall choose this here beau.' Maybe I should add some spinach to my grocery list, Brad looks like he eats lots of spinach.

"So, I've heard you're a very sought after event planner. I'd like to see if you're available for a wedding out on my ranch in Missoula."

'Unbreak my heart, say you'll love me again, undo this hurt you caused.' Oh Toni, how I feel your pain.

"A wedding?" I ask subdued. "Are you getting married?"

He shakes his head at me. "My brother and his fiancée want to get married this summer and they've decided to do it at the ranch. I run things there and normally hire local staff for events, but my sister-in-law is a model out here and she's probably going to want to plan most of it from LA," he clarifies.