YOU WIN SOME AND WELL, YOU WIN SOME
I knew the moment I laid eyes on Todd Daniels he was going to be my man. My ace, my one and only, hell – maybe even my soul mate. That's saying a lot coming from me, Kai Edwards, a professional love 'em and leave 'em, who never looked back or cared how hard they cried or even how many times they called me a bitch. Didn't matter one bit.
In fact, it didn't matter at all. You see, my last committed relationship was a whopping three months, the one before that barely two, and the rest – well, let's just say I can count the unfulfilled days using both hands and one perfectly pedicured foot. Todd was different, he was more than just a man, he was a future, fully equipped with an amazing smile and milk chocolate skin that made you go mmm-hmm.
Standing six feet and a few inches, give or take the small heel on his tastefully black Italian leather loafers. He commanded attention and exuded a certain confidence, which I found helplessly intoxicating.
I was standing in line at Curt's Coffee House on my regular afternoon break from the office. The coffee house was full of patrons desperately seeking their mid-afternoon java jolt, and I was no different. My caffeine addiction was one of desperation; I found myself almost hallucinating without it.
I realized a while ago that I had a dependency, but like I told my mom, I'd rather be addicted to a double latte with soy than crack, porn, or even men who cheat on their girlfriends like it was a normal way of life.
I glanced back over to Todd aka "tall, dark and delicious" and wondered if he was the cheating type, wondered if he left you just as crazy as Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Hmm, I think I will take my chances with him.
I scooped up my absurdly overpriced café latte and slowly strolled past him over to a small table for two by the window. He noticed me. Why shouldn't he? I am five-foot six, 135 pounds with curves in all the right places.
I sat down facing him, making sure he could admire my flawless skin and full lips. I crossed my legs, making sure he could appreciate my smooth yet toned thighs, and my killer calves. Thank you high school track team! I still had his attention as he glanced back not once but twice.
I picked up my latte with my left hand, making sure a bare ring finger was in plain view. Two carats would suffice.
Todd stood about ten feet away from me as he waited for his turn in line. Shifting from side to side with his right hand in the pocket of his well-broken-in, faded designer jeans,
I could tell that he had this certain "thing" about him, this unspoken presence and energy that held my attention. I glanced around the coffee shop and quickly noticed this magnetic presence was holding the attention of two other female admirers, not to mention, a male one, as well.
No surprise; this brother had a gift of talking without even speaking. In fact, he was definitely doing a Jedi mind trick on me and every other woman within a 20-foot radius.
I quickly realized that I needed to up my chances of being the "chosen one," so I slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs as I shifted my body in his direction. I had his attention. I shot him my million-dollar smile.
He quickly acknowledged my "come get it while it's hot" gesture. Too bad the woman standing next to him acknowledged it, too. She purposely placed her hand on his back and leaned in to say something to him in an all too familiar way, as she glanced back at me, not so nicely.
