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A sharp knock on my door jolts me out of my thoughts, pulling an involuntary yelp from my throat. Before checking to see who’s there, I go into my app to ensure the groceries I’m expecting to arrive today are still being driven across town. They are.
So, who’s at my door? I never get unexpected visitors.
While I’m trying to calm myself down, the knock comes again, but this time it’s a little softer; whoever’s on the other side must have heard me yell. For a moment, I consider ignoring them, but something tells me to open the door. So, I steel my nerves and begin the process of undoing all five of the locks.
When I finally get a glimpse of my visitor, my heart skips a beat in my chest. In front of me is the most handsome man I think I’ve ever seen. He must be in his early thirties, he’s impossibly tall with a wide, muscular chest. His jet black hair is cut neat, almost like it’s part of a uniform. I wonder what his sharp jawline would feel like beneath my fingertips.
“Hey! Erm…I’m so sorry if I startled you,” the irresistible stranger says, with a boyishly handsome grin, holding his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.
“It’s okay,” I reply, blinking rapidly as I try to clear my head of the strange line of thinking I was about to go down. My cheeks are burning.
“I thought I’d drop by and introduce myself,” he says, offering me his hand. “I’m Michael. I just moved in next door a couple weeks ago.”
“Oh,” I murmur, opening the door a little more and accepting Michael’s hand, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. “I’m Sabrina.”
He gazes straight at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His deep, dark brown eyes are firmly fixed on mine, not breaking eye contact for a second. I’m suddenly very conscious that we’re still holding hands long after is socially acceptable.
“You too,” I say breathlessly, confused by how my face and body is reacting to this handsome stranger. Why is my face betraying me in such a way today?
“Are you expecting someone?” he asks, nodding towards my phone and finally releasing my hand – I miss the contact immediately. “I don’t want to keep you.”
“No! Just my groceries,” I reply quickly, not wanting him to leave. Then, as if I can’t stop my mouth from moving, I say, “I’m trying out a new recipe for my followers tonight. Sorry, where are my manners? Please! Come in!”
“Followers?” Michael says, walking into my apartment, an eyebrow raised in interest as his eyes sweep over my entire body. “Are you an influencer?”
“Something like that,” I blush again, feeling warm under his gaze. What is up with that? “I have a blog.”
“A blog?” he says, genuine curiosity in his tone. “I have a cousin who blogs, actually. Don’t ask me about what though. She has told me but it’s slipped my memory.”
Is he blushing?
“Well,” I say, hoping he may stay a little longer, “If you have time now, I can tell you about it while I cook.”
“I’d love to. I’m sure this isn’t something I’m likely to forget in a hurry.” He gazes down at me, neither one of us breaking eye contact, then his gorgeous face breaks into a reassuring yet devilishly handsome grin making me feel at ease, yet completely flustered at the same time.
Damn. Focus girl. Ok, back to cooking. Where was I….?
“Ok, great,” I say, leading him into the kitchen, smiling until my face hurts. I open a kitchen cupboard and several pots and pans fall out and onto the floor all around us. “Oh shit. Sorry…I mean...this doesn’t usually happen. I’m normally a little bit more organized and less flustered than this.”
Micheal’s laugh comes through loud and deep as he kneels down and starts helping me pick up the pans, “Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. Even pro’s like yourself.” He looks at me with a suggestive smirk and I wonder whether he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Well, that’s pushing it a little” I snort, instantly regretting buying so many pans. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in one of the aluminum pans and also regret not wearing any make-up today. I make a mental note to start putting make-up on again every morning from now on. My gaze then lingers on his shapely ass whilst he picks up the last pan.
Good lord.
“You okay?” he says, breaking me out of my trance.
“I’m fine!” I respond, my voice embarrassingly high pitched. “Uh, right let’s get started.”
I start grabbing some ingredients to prepare, so I can show Michael what I’m capable of – as my first visitor, since my world was turned completely upside down, I’m suddenly feeling ready to impress.
Chapter Three
Michael
Since I first saw Sabrina on my screen two months ago, I made a vow to myself that I would protect her through whatever means necessary. So, I made a few calls and made sure I added myself to her security team. Protecting Sabrina has become somewhat of a priority for me lately. Call me crazy, but I feel like if I don’t do this for her then I’m not doing my job. More importantly, I can’t risk losing this girl before I’ve even had the chance to show her the type of man I can be to her.
So obviously I’ve already seen the kitchen many times, through the cameras, but I still show an interest in every single appliance Sabrina shows me. She talks about each of them like she’s sharing the most precious parts of herself with me. Something in my gut tells me that’s exactly what she’s doing.
