How To Get Over A Man

4: Hot and Bothered.

Why the hell is a gorgeous man wrapped in a huge bow with flowers and a helium love balloon standing in front of my door?

Amelia had thought as her eyes swept up and down the man standing at her door, as confused as she was. Amelia had her lips scrunched up at one corner distastefully, somewhat outraged by the sight. 

It wasn't Valentine or close to so what was with the outfit? She had wondered, glaring at the bow tie made with ribbons you use to tie up Christmas presents, shifting next to the red love helium balloon held down by a single string. She had wished it would just pop apart. 

The man is handsome, Amelia had admitted to herself despite how he looked like he had been dropped on a remote island somewhere in the Philippines thinking he had boarded a plane to Sicily. 

"Um…" he cleared his throat. "Hi." 

And he has a voice with a rich baritone texture, Amelia had noticed.

"What do you want?" She had snapped with a frown, folding her arms over her growling belly. 

His gaze had dropped momentarily to her belly area and her annoyance had spiked up. 

"Look I don't know who you are and I'm sure you've got the wrong house or venue with all this costume—" Amelia waved her hand disapprovingly at his outfit "—you've got on. Next time, use a Google map. or something. Except if you're the delivery man Chantal sent because of the traffic, I'd appreciate it if you disappear off my property in ten or I'll call the police." Amelia had ended her statement with a wry close-lipped stretch of her lips, eyed his outfit again, and slammed the door closed, whispering to herself about employing security ASAP so she never saw him again.

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Amelia wanted to laugh. 

Life could be very sly, couldn't it? She thought as the very same man she had hired security against closed the door behind him, approaching her desk. Despite he was dressed in the typical black and white suit whose designer's name was unrecognized, he looked like a million bucks. 

His very slightly wavy hair was pulled back into a man top bun, flaunting the finest features of his face. Clean-shaven. He has eyebrows to die for, well shaped with no sign of stray hairs, his cheekbones were defined and his brown eyes intense yet tender at the same time.

 He took the chair on the other side of the table, directly opposite Amelia, and then his countenance changed, but only slightly. His eyebrows flickered in surprise as he recognized the woman he was seated in front of. Her hazel eyes, sharp as the sun glinting off from the top of the pointy tip of a crystal.

Amelia was quick to notice the change before it returned to the cool, calm, and collected exterior. 

What is the thought that had flashed across his mind? Does he have second thoughts now that he has seen the woman he will be working for? She pondered.

 It was obvious he recognized her and must be wondering if she recognized him. Now that he wasn't dressed in a ridiculous outfit, Amelia saw aspects of him she hadn't noticed before. His gaze boasted of a certain kind of confidence that seemed to be as grounded as the Earth's foundation itself. His shoulders were broad and sturdy-looking like he possessed Herculean strength capable of carrying any responsibility.

Amelia picked up the back velvety file and opened it. 

"Kamari Donovan." She read his name in her mind. 

Kamari. She mulled over it for a second. A fine name for a fine man, she thought and moved on to the other details in the file. University degree in economics, once worked for Baltimore group as a personal secretary for three years, played quarterback and assistant coach for Saint Liberty High. Hobbies include Food, Travel, Books and Stone collecting.