when we met. j/junk mail.
I felt a little guilty. I was supposed to meet the girls for a drink, but I was not in the mood. I wanted a hot bath, a sexy book, and glass of wine.
On my way up to my apartment, I stopped to get my mail. As I flipped through the pile of mostly junk mail, I felt someone near me. Maybe too near me. Ever hear of personal space? I turned around ready to actually ask that question aloud, but when I saw the man standing in front of me, I couldn’t speak at all.
This was not like me. I didn’t get flustered. I was never speechless. Until now, I guess.
“Hi,” the impossibly handsome man said.
I cleared my throat. “Hello.” I didn’t move and neither did he. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. And what a body it was. Yes, of course he was dressed, but I could tell. Underneath that extremely well-fitting suit was a body I’d love to touch.
“Could I…?” He gestured to his mailbox behind me, which I was blocking.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I took a step back, but not a big one.
“Thanks.” He turned to get his mail, but I could see his smile.
“You must be new.”
“Yeah,” he turned back to me. “I’m in 3B.”
“You’re right across the hall from me. I’m in 3C.”
“So you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”
I’d like to see a lot of him. “I hope so, 3B.” I gave him my most inviting smile.
“Grayson,” he said, smiling back.
We were silent as we walked up the stairs to our floor, but the tension was screaming at me. When I reached my door, I dug out my key and turned it in the lock. I glanced back over my shoulder.
“Nice to meet you, Grayson.”
“See you soon, Harper.”
I closed my apartment door behind me and leaned against it. I couldn’t stop smiling. With a sigh, I dropped my bag and pulled off my shoes. I went into the bedroom and undressed. Wrapped in my soft white robe, I went to the kitchen for some wine. But before I could pour myself a glass, I heard a knock on my door.
I opened it to find Grayson standing there, jacket off, tie loosened, sleeves pushed up. Jesus. His arms. His fuck-me eyes. His… everything.
“Grayson. What can I do for you?”
“Could I borrow…” He paused and his gaze fell to my feet and slowly rose to my eyes. “A cup of sugar?”
He didn’t need sugar.
I stepped aside and opened the door a bit wider. “Of course. Come in.”
p.s. — I tried *so hard* to find a picture of “jacket off, tie loosened, sleeves pushed up,” but it I couldn’t. I won’t even share how many hours I spent looking.
Hot guy: model unknown (I did extensive research but could not identify this man)
!!!Update: Found him. model Jannick Wilke (I hope this is right.)