(Can I just state how ironic it is that highway to hell by ACDC began to ply on my pandora when I was writing this? I just had to leave this as an authors note. I love irony. Don't you?)
(Ps, this book is not as nice on the bad words as my other works so, be warned.its a bit mature but not graphic.)
(Pps, not edited)
"And how am I supposed to pay for a freaking ticket if I jut got fired!" I ranted on to the empty space of my room. I had stomped into my small two room apartment and strait to my room like an angry teenager. I never really did reach full maturity. I mean, if I was mature, I wouldn't be me. I laid on my bed, staring at the sealing and ranting about my whole day to my guardian angel. Yeah, this is where the concern for my mental health stemmed from.
I had probably spent a whole hour just ranting. I tended to talk a lot when I was pissed. "And it's all because I believe! I mean, it's ridiculous, right Angle?" I asked, not actually expecting a respond. You can imagine my surprise when I DID, in fact get a response.
"For all that is holy, please, please stop talking. And my name is not Angel. I've had to listen to you rant for eighteen years, can you please stop for at least five minutes and give my ears a rest?" Begged a male voice from next to my bedroom door. I shot up from my position on the bed in pure shock, my heart in my throat.
"Holy shit." I squeaked. There, leaning against my wall next to my door with his arms folded across his chest was probably the hottest man I have ever seen, I kid you not. My body had multiple reactions upon seeing him. My eyes teared up at seeing the shear beauty of him and my body warmed. I was hit with a sudden feeling of calmness and happiness like all was right in the world. But then he was so gorgeous, my self esteem crumbled to dust and was blown away. I could tell that just being in the same room with him made me look like dog poop on the sidewalk, even on my best day. My last reaction to his presence was my hormones.
I swear on everything I own, I have never wanted to jump a guy so much in my life and for me, that was usually not my ormal reaction towards men, I mean, sure,I would acknowledge a guys looks but this...this was compleatly different. I wasn't any of the love at first love shit they talk about in books. Nope, this was pure hormones.
For example, i'm absolutely positive that if this absolute stranger who looks like he broke into my house asked me to do the dirty with him, you would NOT hear an objection on my part. I mean, how could I? His hair was really fluffy and shiny like the perfect hair you saw on Dove commercials and I had the strong urge to run my fingers though the oh-so-fluffy hair and see if it really felt like a cloud, a theory my mind had conjured up off the bat.
He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and ran his hands through a head of light chestnut hair, the curled ends of his hair falling into his odd eyes. They reminded me of the ocean, the way they would change between a dark blue to a bluish green as the light reflected off them but they shone with a sort of wisdom and fierceness. He took a slow,cautious step toward me on impossibly long legs.To say that he was tall would be like calling the universe just 'big.' He had to be at least six eleven and was nothing but lean, strong muscle, stretching over firm, blemish free golden skin. He slowly lifed his hands, palms forward as a reassuring gesture.
He took my stunned silence the wrong way because he said,"It's ok, Vesper, you don't have to be afraid of me." I wasn't afraid. Definitely NOT afraid. In fact, if my hormones kept going on like this, I would end up jumping his bones. If anything, HE should have been afraid of ME. I would have scoffed had I not been shocked by another aspect of him.
His accent. It rolled off the tongue and was unlike anything I had ever heard. He spoke quickly and with a sharp and swift tongue, as if he was used to speaking at a much faster pace and slightly rolled his R's and spoke his S's a bit sharper. It was hard to describe exactly what his speech sounded like and the way he spoke gave him a subtle, unintentional appealing edge. His deep voice was silky and melodious and just listening to him talk made me feel like the safest, most calm person in the world. It was hard not to listen to him, like his presence alone demanded respect and attention.
