Vanilla Sex

Jesus is not on my ass

"Argh," the world was out to get her. This was some type of karmic event. It was unfair. She bet the asshole Brad would have had that new phone before it was even available. So why did she have to have her license or her old phone? Heck, she was willing to pay full price. How dare they not sell her the phone because she was missing her damn license. People bought cell phones for emergencies and this was a damn emergency. What did the people at Apple not understand? It was their job to sell and hello, she was willing to buy.

She was still pissed. So here she was sitting at a table in the tiny food court zipping substandard coffee trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Okay, so she was having an emotional break down because honestly, she felt like destroying something. Oh yeah, it was going to be the shirt she robbed from the asshole. As soon as she got home. Hopefully, the neighbors would be busy. She really did not feel the need to explain why she was setting fire to an innocent looking shirt. With her luck, they would think she was a witch or something.

As she took another sip of the coffee, she felt a pair of hands knead her shoulder muscle. For
a minute it felt like heaven. It was a shame that the feeling of bliss lasted only a few damn seconds. Why did she have to remember that she was in a food court and technically no one knew she was here? She spun around so fast, she felt the hot coffee splash on her shirt. Fuckin karma, that bitch was out to get. She looked up into a pair of sexy grey eyes. Xavier, that man had Ninja abilities. He had snooked right up on her. She wondered briefly what other abilities he had. Yeah, okay so kill her. It was human nature to picture a hot guy nude. Lol

"Jez, give a girl a little warning will you?" Emma snarked. She had enough. Hello, no phone and coffee all over her shirt but the more she looked at him the calmer she became. Eye candy was eye candy and Xavier was definitely eye candy. The guy had amazing taste in fashion.

Xavier settled down next to her. His eyes glued to her boobs. Men, they were all the same.

Emma snapped her fingers, "Dude, eyes up here."

Xavier seemed to collect himself. "Sorry, you just seem to have more coffee on your shirt than in your cup."

"Yeah, well that what happens to unsuspecting fools. Especially, when a stranger starts doling out messages."

"I'm not a stranger."

"Uhm, I beg to differ. I have no idea what color underwear you have on." Okay, she should just smack herself silly. Underwear. Really?

"Who said I am wearing underwear?"

"Oh my god, just kill me now," Emma muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind, I am not thinking about your naked body." Emma slapped her hands over her lips as soon as words left her mouth, but the damage was done. Xavier was laughing. Oh shit, why did she constantly end up in these ridiculous situations?

"Sweetheart, you can think about my naked body anytime." Xavier winked.

"Uhm?"

"When I say anytime, I mean anytime. I will also let you know I have a tat."

"A tat?" Lord, if there were coolness points she had clearly lost them sometime yesterday.

Xavier leaned into her personal space because hot guys totally lack any sense of boundaries.

"Hmm, I have a nice one on my ass. If you are a good girl, I might just let you see it." He whispered in her ear.

"Jesus"

"Sweetheart, trust me when I say Jesus is not on my ass."

"Do not drool, please don't drool" Emma silently chanted to herself.