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you remind me..

It's Saturday night. The rain is pouring, threatening anyone who dares to venture outdoors without a form of protection against it. Umbrellas are being turned inside out. The wind is roaring, and the branches of a nearby tree are raking against the bedroom window of my New York town house, the sound reminding me of something from a horror movie I had seen the weekend before on Netflix. But I can't care any less.

Tired out of my wits from a long day at the office, I've just finished slathering my body in coconut oil once exiting my half hour long bath, which lasted twice as long as it should've, and I lay cozily dozing off, silently cheering that I've made it to bed before twelve. I take one last look at my alarm clock, 11:45 pm it reads. Satisfied, I close my eyes and let sleep consume me.

Until I hear a loud knocking downstairs.

I sit straight up in bed, mind whirling.
"One night .. Can I please have just one full night of sleep" I grumble as I roll out of bed.

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Lemme slide y'all some background..
My name is Sasha Parker. I'm 25, and I'm an entrepreneur. I have my masters degree in business, and I am the owner of Parker Finance Company. Business can get hectic, but it's my passion. I love what I do.

It didn't come easy though, I had to work day in and day out to get where I am now. I had to move away from my family to a completely different state. So it's literally just me and my business out here. Friends? None. I suppose a few business partners of mine would claim to be my friend, but that's completely one sided. Not being rude or arrogant or anything like that, but I'm just so focused on me and keeping my business thriving that I simply have no time for a social life. Same goes for love life. No action at all there.

But besides that, I'm just your typical brown skin girl. A little less than average height, thick thighs, brown eyes .. The norm. So why is someone banging on my door at twelve in the morning? It's completely beyond me.
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I grab my trusty metal bat that I keep propped against my nightstand, and head downstairs.

As I'm nearing the door, I hear someone speaking .. a man .. as he knocks persistently. I can barely make out what he's saying, then he raises his voice ..

"Please man.. Is anyone home ?! I live damn near ten blocks away, I left my house and car keys in my damn office and .. I mean please answer the door. I'm not asking for much, but I'm damn near drowning in this damn rain .. can I at least use the phone?"

I can't help but giggle at his humor. And too loud apparently, because this man heard me. 

"Aye now that's just wrong, you laughing at a man in need in there?"

I peek through the peep hole, and I'm mesmerized by what I see. A gorgeous, glowing light skin man, dripping wet on my doorstep, begging for my help? I don't have to be told twice, hell. I just need to keep my composure... can't have him thinking I'm into him. Hell, he's lucky I grabbed a robe on my way down here, me in my bra and panties slathered in coconut oil would've been too much for this man to handle. One look at me and he wouldn't mind drowning in something el-

"HELLO? Still drowning out here," he interrupts my thoughts.

"OKAY, okay, I'm sorry. Give me just a second." I gently set the bat down behind my door, smooth down my hair and robe, and clear my throat. I slowly open my door just a crack, so I can analyze him and make sure his intentions are genuine.

When he saw me, his eyes widened. "Oh... Hey, sorry. I guess I assumed a man was coming to the door. I didn't mean to curse at you ma'am, but I am out here drowning," the man said, a smirk crawling onto his face.

I could feels his eyes on me, and I knew he could feel mine on him too. He scratched the back of his head, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Oh, yeah of course, sorry. Come on in." I said abruptly. He had me in a trance. What's a man like this doing out this late?

As we entered my house, I told him to lock the door behind us as I turned on the lights. He was still squinting from being out in the rain, so I offered him a wash cloth to dry his face. He kindly accepted, and took the towel from me, our fingers brushing as it left my palm.

"Thank you," he said as he finished wiping the salty water from his face.

"No problem, now what else can I do for you?" I inquired as he handed me back the towel.

"A phone would be nice. The storm knocked the power out at my job, so they told us all that we could head home for the night. My office is on the top floor, so I'm usually the last to leave. I waved bye to the people locking the place up and everything, and it wasn't until I was in the parking garage, which was completely empty besides my own car, that I realized I had absolutely no keys or phone in my possession. By the time I got back to the building, there was no one in sight, and I had no choice but to brave the storm on foot. But," he chucked, "as we can see, I didn't make it that far."

I smiled at this, realizing his day was some how even more hectic than my own. Knowing how it felt to be drained at the end of a long day, I pointed him towards the phone. He thanked me, and sat on my couch and held the phone in his hand, a confused expression across his face.

"What?" I asked.
"Well, I guess I hadn't thought this all the way through. Now that I'm here, I have no clue who to call, and even if I did, I don't have anyone's number because my phone is in my office..."

When I heard this, my heart went out to him. Poor guy. Out all night, just trying to get home and to sleep. After weighing the pros and cons mentally, I extended the invitation.

"Well I mean, if you don't think it's weird, it's fine with me if you wanna camp out for the night. That is, if your wife or girlfriend wouldn't mind."

"That's actually something that I also don't have, a love life," he chuckled. "But thank you so much, I'll be fine on the floor even , if that's fine with you.
"Nonsense," I replied. I just so happen not to have a love life either, so it'll just be the both of us for the night. I have a guest room upstairs if you're cool with that, and a closet full of oversized clothes if you want to shower off the rain?"

"I can't thank you enough.. you don't have to do this.."
"Don't mention it," I say, "it's the least I could do. If I were in your shoes, I would want someone to be this kind to me."
"Well," he began, "I guess I chose the right door to knock on. Thank you so so much. I'm Chris, by the way."

He smiled and extended his hand. I took a firm hold of it, and smiled back.

"I'm Sasha, and once again, don't mention it. It's the least I can do. Now, let's find you some clothes so we can get to sleep."

And just like that, the man of my dreams had walked into my life. Literally.