Wicked Little Sins

Charley

Charley couldn't believe she was back in Ohio. She turned her phone back on as she waited for her luggage. She knew she had been annoying her siblings, but she just needed assurance everything would go off without a hitch. It was the least they could do for Mom.

"Here you are ma'am," an older gentleman said to Charley, handing over her expensive luggage. She nodded her head as a sign of gratitude, too busy with her pink blackberry to utter a sound.

Walking with her eyes glued to her phone, she made her way to the doors. She already had a rental car waiting for her.

A man in his thirties, tall and a bit muscular, made his way through the doors. His interest instantly focused on Charley. He could barely see her face, but judging by the rest of her, she was stunning. He slowed, realizing the girl was not at all paying attention to what was in front of her, and he wondered how she hadn't tripped yet. What was so important on that phone of hers?

Suddenly he smirked, a scheme coming to the surface, stopping right in her path, crossing his arms and simply waiting. He counted in his head... five, four, three, two, and bam!

"I'm so sorry!" she shrieked. She dropped her phone and watched as it hit the floor and the battery scooted through the scuffle of the passersby.

Charley was shaken by her clumsiness, her face hot with embarrassment. How often did she go around running into people? And her phone had to have broken. She cursed herself silently.

"Don't be. Blackberries, I hear they are all the rage," he said with a grin.

Charley smiled back, then kneeled down to pick up the bits and pieces of her phone, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She could be such an idiot sometimes.

She imagined if she stayed in this position long enough, he'd get bored and just leave her alone. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. She just felt foolish.

"I think you have it all," he insisted, bending down to look her in the eyes. He didn't know if she was embarrassed or just rude. He couldn't figure out why such a hot chick would be scared to talk to him. She'd dropped her phone; it wasn't as if she killed a puppy, he thought.

"Thanks, look, once again, I am very sorry. This will teach me to text while walking. I heard it's very dangerous. It was on the news the other night or something," she fumbled, looking every direction but his face. He was glued to her and it made her extremely nervous.

"Once again, no need to apologize. I'm a lot stronger than I look. Although, you wouldn't notice, because you won't even look at me," he teased, a smile creeping across his face.

This brought her eyes to his. She appeared to have calmed, holding a steady gaze long enough to appreciate that he had brown eyes, stubble, and short brown hair.

"Crazy flight, crazy day, all in all just a crazy life," she babbled as she struggled to pop her battery back in her phone.

He only kept staring. Everything about her fascinated him. She had incredible blonde hair that fell just right against her face. Her lips made him just want to lean forward and kiss them. And her long legs, they seemed to have no end. He wasn't sure about her rack since she was clutching her jacket in place, holding onto it for dear life.

He really wanted to speak more to her, but he was in a rush himself and needed to keep moving forward.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I've got to get going," he said. And was gone as quickly as he had appeared. She turned and watched him walk away, wondering what his name was and why he hadn't shared it with her. Any other guy would be ready to spill it all first thing. She shrugged it off, making her way through the doors.

He headed into the airport bathroom, a little tense. Knowing he didn't have a lot of time left before his flight, he checked his watch one more time, then looked up to see the bathroom virtually overcrowded.

The guy standing at the urinal did a quick head nod before going back to his piss. He concentrated on the job at hand, drifting back to the stunning blonde that he'd deliberately bumped into.

Heading back out of the bathroom, he stared at the business card in his grasp. In all the commotion, she hadn't noticed it had fallen out of her purse.

"Charley Harper," he read out loud. She was an editor from New York, according to her business card. This meant one of two things: she was formerly from Ohio or she was on a trip for work.

Tucking the card away, he showed his ticket, then headed through the metal detectors. Trying to connect with Ms. Harper would have to wait until tomorrow. He was sure, judging by her luggage that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.