My Not-So Secret Fantasy.

Still Julia...

Okay, I had to confess. I didn't peg him as someone who'd come to the rescue of a damsel in distress. I wasn't exactly a damsel, I wasn't picture pretty; I had nice boobs and a fairly present backside, but my good features stopped there. Except if you were into dentition, I had excellent dentition; I never had to wear braces while growing up. I wasn't tall, and standing before him made me feel like one of the dwarfs in Snow White. Not exactly though, I was over exaggerating. He seemed to me as one of those guys who were always concerned about their images. But when he produced my purse from behind his back, I decided to review my conclusions. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all, in the character department, that is.
I took the purse from him and didn't know what else to do. I knew it was expected of me to thank him, but it seemed odd to just tell him 'thank you for returning my purse', and send him on his way.  He seemed to have made concessions just to return it, but then again, the area I lived in was quite familiar, and in-between major roads. I looked up, to find him looking, no, staring at me with a funny look on his face.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
I felt sheepish. "I'm wondering if I should just say 'thank you', or say 'thank you', and offer you  coffee."
He glanced at his watch before answering me, "seeing that I still have a few hours before my next appointment, I would suggest the 'thank you', and coffee. Considering what I went through. Don't you think so?"
He didn't wait for my reply, he simply shoved me aside and strode into my house. MY HOUSE. I was bereft of speech. I quietly shut the door and followed him inside, with the intention of offering him a seat. I shouldn't have bothered, he had already made himself at home, complete with the remote control and my dog at his feet.
I groaned, what had I gotten myself into?