Starting Over: Romance Series, #1

Prologue

Who is she? Danielle cried. This can't be happening again. Why would he do this to me? Did he not love me? Were Charlie and I not a good enough of a reason to come home every night and be a family?

She's my secretary. It meant nothing. She was just there and we were celebrating winning the Brown case and one thing led to another and we slept together. She doesn't mean anything to me. I only love you, John says, with a plea in his voice.

Well I’m sorry to say but I’m not doing this again. I told you after the last time if it happened again I was done. I'm leaving to my parent’s house with Charlie tonight and I will be back tomorrow to get the rest of our stuff.

I'm so exhausted from all this heartbreak. My husband is gorgeous, it's no wonder any woman would fall for him even for just one night. His gorgeous green eyes like emeralds, tall hard body like that of Chris Pine, dark brown hair just a little long that always has that just fucked look, gets heads turning everywhere he goes. Add in his megawatt smile and charm and you'd be on your knees begging him to fuck you like he owns you.

I was one of those girls the first time I saw him at a friend’s pool party. Little did I know that even though he made you feel like the only woman in the room he had plenty on speed dial. It's just too bad I didn't see it back then because it would have saved me a lot of heartbreak. Now it seems I'm not the only one who is going to be heartbroken by these latest revelations.  I just hope our son Charlie can get through this with the least amount of pain as possible.

You're not going anywhere.  We are going to work this out.  You are going to forget this happened and we are going to stay being the happy family that we are. I can't have my wife leave me over such bullshit. I said I was sorry and I won’t let you leave! he yelled.  His look is menacing and furious. I don't think I have ever seen him look this way towards anyone especially me.  It's starting to scare me. Is he going to hurt me because it seems like that is exactly what he wants to do? What do I do now?  If I try to take Charlie with John acting this way it may scare him and make John act further out of control. I can't stay with him after what he has done. I can barely even look at him without feeling nauseated from all that he and his secretary, among others, have done.

I'm going with Charlie tonight and there is nothing you can do about it. I'll be back tomorrow and we can work out a temporary visitation schedule until we go to court.  Let’s not make this any worse for Charlie. He doesn't need to see this, I begged him.

Then like a bolt of lightning he was on me so fast that now I was more than just scared, I was terrified for my life.  He was acting crazy. He flung his hand out so fast around my neck that I didn't even have a chance to react. Of course I never expected him to do this.  He grabbed my neck and started too squeezed. I couldn't breathe. I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't even tell him to stop or let me go.  Why is he doing this? Is he going to take it as far as to kill me? What’s going to happen to Charlie if he does kill me? I can't breathe and I become light headed as the oxygen leaves my body not being replaced because of Johns hand around my neck. I don't think he is going to let me go. I think he really is going to kill me.

You are not leaving me Danny. You will stay here with Charlie and there will be no visitation talk or divorce talk. You are mine! You belong to me, by my side and nowhere else, do you understand? His look was savage and he was speaking so low and threateningly that I almost didn't hear what he said to me. Then he just threw me across the room like I weighed nothing. He threw me with such force that when I hit the wall my head put hole in it. What happened to the fun loving man I used to know? This is not the John I fell in love with and married. This John is someone completely different. I don't know him at all and he scares me.

I hear a creak in the floorboards and turn towards where I heard the noise. There standing terrified and unsure was Charlie. How much did he see? Oh god! How do I explain this to him?  John still hasn't noticed Charlie and I wonder if he does will he hurt him like he did me?  I don't know but I can't let Charlie see any more of this or god forbid have John hurt him out of rage.

Charlie, baby, everything is alright. Mommy is alright. Daddy was just messing around. Go back to your room and I will be in there in a minute ok? God I hope he didn't see all of it. My voice was shaking and rough from the brutal assault on my neck.

Ok mommy. Goodnight daddy. He looked a little scared but didn't say anything which I hope is a good sign that he didn't see much.

Goodnight buddy. Everything is alright. Love you. John says reassuringly.

Love you too. Charlie walked quietly back to his room. I waited for the sound of the door shutting and got up off the floor and fled to my bedroom, the place where John and I shared so much. I could hear John’s footsteps running after me down the hall.  As soon as I reached the door I tried to close it and lock it but he was just too fast. He grabbed the door and flung it open nearly knocking me on my ass.

Oh god Danny! I am so sorry. I don't know what got into me. Please don't leave me. I will do anything you want. I promise. Just please don't leave! he pleaded with so much guilt in his eyes.  But I can’t forgive him for cheating and I won’t forgive him for what just happened in the other room. What if he does that to Charlie? I could never forgive myself if I stayed and he hurt Charlie.

I'm sorry John but we’re done. I’m leaving tonight with Charlie. If you ever touch me like that again, I will not hesitate to call the police. Now please leave me alone while I pack a few things for tonight. I would appreciate it if tomorrow you leave for the day so I can get the rest of mine and Charlie’s belongings. I will be staying at my parents. Don’t make this harder. Just leave me alone and I won’t be long. I was crying so hard and my throat was hurting so bad. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do but I know it’s the right thing because our marriage can’t be saved after what just happened.  Little did I know that after this night of revelations I would never speak to or see John again.

Chapter 1

2 Years Later

Oh my god Danny, I think I just died and gone to heaven. Look at this dress! Nikki squealed. Nikki is my crazy best friend since elementary school.  She has been through my awkward years, of course she was beautiful even then, she has been through my very short list of breakups, and all of my firsts. My first kiss, first boyfriend, first party and when I lost my virginity to Tommy Graco. And through all of my firsts she was also there for my first heartbreak and divorce. She has been trying to get me back in to the dating scene ever since.   That dress would look great on you Nikki. Maybe you should buy it for the barbeque this weekend.  I’m sure Miles would love you in it. Nikki looks good in everything with her long blonde hair, big clear blue eyes, cute little nose, full pouty lips and a body like Megan Fox, she has men drooling at her feet. Her five foot two inch frame makes it so she can wear six inch heels and still not tower over most men. Add that to her bubbly personality and take no prisoner’s attitude and you’ve got the perfect woman.  Me, I am the complete opposite.

I am more of a wallflower. I like to just sit back relax and not be noticed. I like having Nikki take the entire spotlight off me. I want to enjoy the show, so to speak. I'm usually hiding in the background. Nobody sees me or even knows I'm there and that’s how I like it.  Why draw attention to myself when I am just not ready to get out there?  I'm a single mom now and single moms are supposed to remain in the background, right?

For me? Don’t you listen to anything I say? I need ideas for my boutique. Besides that, I was showing this dress to you for you to get. You would look so hot in it.  I mean you are a MILF. Ok well maybe not me, unless I was a lesbian, but I can grantee you that all these men walking around think you are.  If I was a guy then I would be trying to get with you. You should buy it and wear it this weakened.  Bring Charlie. He will have so much fun. Miles nieces and nephews will be there so he will have other kids to play with. Please? Nikki always gets what she wants. She pouts her lips and has puppy dog eyes when she asks this knowing I can’t deny her request.

I wonder vaguely what she is up to but don’t look too much into it because I am now debating if I should buy the dress even though I think she should buy it for her.  It is a gorgeous dress.  It's strapless and powder blue with a tight bodice that laces up the back with a billowing skirt that goes just past the knees. It’s not me at all but I can’t help but wonder if maybe I should step out of my comfort zone and buy it.  I am more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. I don’t usually wear dresses or skirts unless I am going to something where it is expected such as weddings and parties but this dress is calling to me. 

Ok, maybe I will get it.  I'll wait until I get off work and come back without Nikki and just surprise her on Saturday with me wearing it.  I don’t have time to try it on now and see if I like it anyways.  I'm starving and this was supposed to be a lunch date not a shopping event.  Of course it always turns into one with Nikki when we go to lunch in town.

Can we go get lunch first before you buy me a whole new wardrobe please? I will think about buying the dress but if you don’t feed me soon I may just eat you for lunch. And while we are at lunch you can show me your new set of clothing items that you are putting up in your boutique and I will even let you pick out an outfit for me and I won’t complain this time. I will just buy it and wear it, I pleaded with her.

First off, gross. I am not into girls but thank you for offering to eat me. You may be my best friend but it’s not going to happen, as she snickers at her joke. Second. Ok. I can work with that. You will love what I have coming in. You will have to come do a fashion show so I can see what they all look like on someone instead of just hanging on the wall and racks. Ugh she always gets me with that. It’s her way of giving me new clothes without me buying them. She has me try them on and then gives some excuse saying that I look so good in them I just have to have the outfit. She is a great boost to my ego with how much she compliments me. You would think she is hitting on me but that’s just her, always complimenting me on my attributes. It’s nice to hear even if it is from my best friend who has a bias opinion.

Ok I will come in and do a fashion show. Now let’s eat something. What do you feel like today? I’m thinking that little Mexican restaurant around the corner. Enchiladas sound so good. Maybe a margarita? Just don’t tell my boss. I wink at her and head towards the restaurant.

Sure. Sounds good.  Hey maybe that cute young waiter will be there again and I can get us free drinks. As she wags her eyebrows up and down. 

I laugh, Yeah maybe. So the barbeque? What time should I be there and what should I bring? Do you need help getting everything ready?

Just bring your hot ass over unless you want to bring your homemade pies. You don’t need to bring anything but you and Charlie. Oh and look hot to. Everyone will be showing up around one but you can come whenever you want to. I can use the company while Miles gets the fire pit ready. We can make margaritas and lounge on the back porch. I have a swing set now for the kids when they come to play on so Charlie can go on there until the other kids come.

Ok, sounds good. I will come around eleven then so we can hang out before it gets crazy.

We both ordered and talked some more over margaritas and lunch. We had to hurry since I needed to be back at work soon, hopefully with none the wiser about my lunch drink. Of course the boss would probably never know since he is always off when I work and only comes in to check out what he needs to order for the next work week.

After lunch, we left our separate ways back to our jobs and promised to talk when I got home from picking up Charlie after work.

I work in a local bakery as the main baker. The owner doesn't mind and I love to bake. I do an assortment of bake goods such as pies, cookies, brownies, cupcakes among others.  I’m good at what I do. We are the number one bakery in the state. People come from all over to try my many baked goods. Even on occasion they come in and order a special dessert. I have made gorgeous wedding cakes, birthday cakes, and once I even made a cake for a dog. That is not usually a request but regardless I made it.

The owner only comes in occasionally in the afternoons just before I leave, to order all my supplies and then he works the weekends baking so I can have them off. There is another girl I work with who is young and energetic always greeting the customers with sometimes too much enthusiasm.  She takes orders for me and serves the deserts for to go orders and for those who just want to relax at one of our tables with coffee and a dessert.

We have a big variety of coffee flavors for customers to choose from. The owner seems to think we need every flavor coffee possible so all our customers will be happy when in reality only about half of the flavors are requested.  Only a handful of times have I had a request for a few of our not so well known coffees. So not only are we a bakery but a coffee shop too.

I get to work every day at six in the morning and start baking all the special orders. We open at the same time but mostly coffees and donuts are what we sell that early in the morning.  The young girl I work with, Maddy comes in at eight and takes over out front for me so I can continue baking in the back. 

I love my job. I work Monday through Friday with weekends off. It works with my schedule being a single mom and having Charlie to take care of. He goes to daycare during the week and I get to be home with him during the nights and weekends. With his father out of the picture this was the easiest for everyone. I didn't want to depend on my parents to watch him all day long during the week when they have things they could be doing such as traveling whenever and wherever they want but they are always there when I need them.  They have been since I left my ex-husband two years ago.

After a satisfying yet exhausting day of baking, I leave at four to go pick up Charlie at day care. We were so busy today with orders for the holiday weekend that I am extremely exhausted. I couldn't wait to see Charlie when the day finally ended.  He was the highlight of my day.  He went to day care in town just down the street from my work so it was never too far for me to pick him up or just visit him during my lunch breaks.

Charlie absolutely loves being around all the other kids and loves his teachers. Every day when I would pick him up he would always be so happy and laughing at something the other kids said or did but the moment he would see me he would run up to me and hug me and kiss my saying he missed me. Today was no different. I get to his classroom and he sees me and runs up to me with a big piece of blue construction paper.

Mommy, mommy! he yells. Guess what’s I made today? I made you a picture with paint. I used my hands, see! He exclaims.  Then he proceeds to show me his picture with the hand that hasn't quite dried yet and has paint dripping off of it. While he shows me his other hand with red, green and blue paint all over it to show me how he used it to make the picture. I'm afraid he is going to touch me with either one that I end up taking a step back to avoid getting paint on me.

It looks amazing baby. I love it. We just need to let it dry and then we can hang it up somewhere on the wall at home for everyone to see how great it is.  Did you have fun today?

I had lots and lots and lots and lots of fun. Even ask Mrs. Jenkins. We painted this picture for you and we counted to twenty 'cause she says I should know how to count when we plays hide and seek. Then we played hide and seek and I hid so good mommy that nobody found me. I wrote my name, see mommy. It’s right there under the picture I painted for you. Then we did story time and I told them how we baked cakes at home. He said excitedly.  Every day when I pick him up, it's nonstop chatting about his day, what he did and with whom.  It seems he doesn’t even take a breath as he talks animatedly to me about his day.

That’s wonderful baby. Let’s go clean you up and go home and make some dinner, watch some horrible TV and eat ice cream for dessert. How does that sound? He nods his head excitedly. I thought maybe you would want to do that instead of cleaning today. What do you think?

Yeah, he yells.  Let’s go home. I want ice cream for dinner. Can we watch cartoons? I wanna watch cartoons. Let’s watch Scooby Doo. Can we watch a movie to? I want to watch a movie too. Can we have popcorn with the movie? He says excitedly.

Yes we can watch cartoons and a movie. Your pick tonight. Yes we can have popcorn. You can have your own bowl this time. Ok? He shakes his head happily. Ok then let’s wash your hands and go home. Charlie races to go wash his hands and hang his picture to dry overnight and grabs his lunch box and we leave to go home.

Once we get home, Charlie runs to his room to change and picks a movie for us to watch while I make dinner. We sit down and eat our chicken tacos talking about what else he did while at daycare. He has grown so much since going there.  They taught him how to count and how to sing his ABC's. He's even learned how to write his first name and his basic shapes and colors.

The kids there are all so close and will all be going to kindergarten together next year and it’s a little scary for me.  He has grown so much that sometimes I wish he was still that newborn baby from four years ago.

I feel bad that John didn’t stay in his life. He could really use his dad around.  I never wanted him to stop seeing him but that night when I left with Charlie two years ago, John disappeared from our life. He never called or sent even a birthday card or anything to Charlie. The next day after our fight when I returned to pick up the rest of our stuff to take to my parents, John already packed it all up and had it ready to go but he wasn’t home just like I had asked. I left a note for him to email me times he would like to visit Charlie but he never contacted me.  I proceeded with the divorce and was awarded full sole custody and John was required to pay me child support. That’s the only thing Charlie ever gets from him. It’s just as well because I was afraid after what happened the night I left might happen again but with Charlie. It scared me to think about Charlie with John.  Of course now I know I didn't have to worry because he hasn’t seen him since.

John and I were happy once. When we first got together we were all over each other. We couldn't ever get enough each other it seemed like. We married with me being only twenty two and John being twenty four and we were together for six months and decided we were ready to get married.  A few months later I found out I was pregnant with Charlie.  We were so happy when we found out. John just got on a law firm and I was at the same bakery I am at now but as the hostess. We were ready for our family to start.  I went crazy buying everything for a boy while John readied the nursery in our two bedroom apartment.  When Charlie finally came we couldn’t be happier. Then after Charlie turned a year old it seemed like things started going downhill for us.

John would call saying he had to work late or he was meeting with a client for drinks to go over some things.  He started out slow maybe once every other week to a few times a week every week.  I would hardly ever see him so one night I decided to surprise him at work when he said he was staying late to do paperwork.  I left Charlie with my parents and brought dinner and wine to his office. All the lights were off except for the one in his office.  There was only two vehicles plus mine in the parking lot so I assumed it was another partner staying late also.

As I walked down the hall towards his door I could hear something that sounded like giggling. I didn't think much of it until I got to his closed door. Then I heard it again but it was coming from the other side of the door. It was coming from his office. I remember thinking, what the hell is going on? So I slowly opened the unlocked door to peek inside. To say I was shocked was an understatement.

Up against the wall was a gorgeous brown haired woman with her eyes closed and her bottom lip in between her teeth completely naked with her legs wrapped a naked man. I couldn’t see the man’s face but I knew exactly who it was.  I was just standing in the doorway of my husband’s office shocked and feeling nauseous as I watch my husband pounding into this unknown woman.  I can hear him grunting and growling with satisfaction and exertion from fucking this girl who I have never seen before, against the back wall of his office.  She is moaning and saying how good his cock feels in her pussy. 

They haven’t seen me yet.  I don’t know what to do in this kind of situation so I just stand there and watch wide eyed as they both yell out their climax moments later. My husband and his mistress are completely unaware that they are being watched as they are coming down from their climax together.

After a few minutes of them breathing heavily and completely sated the woman who has my husband’s dick inside her opens her eyes and screams. My husband puts her down and turns to cover her nakedness only realizing once he has seen me what is happening. 

First his gaze shows shock then recognition then guilt. I just stand there like an idiot not saying anything, not moving just holding the wine and basket with our dinner in it that I made for us tonight.

He looks at me seeming to think of a way to explain what’s going on.  He starts sputtering an apology saying it’s not what it looks like when we both know it’s exactly what it looks like.  I don’t know how long this has been going on for and if it’s been going on with this woman the whole time or how many other women there were that I don’t know about but I do know that I am speechless, hurt, pissed and a little nauseated from all that I have seen.

Then John speaks again. It's not what you think. She means nothing to me. Don’t leave just let me explain. I love you and only you!

I just shook my head and walked out to my car and left. I stayed at my parent’s house that night with Charlie and went home the next day and forgave him probably a little too easily, but I loved him and we had Charlie to think about.  We went to marriage counseling to fix our problems. I thought we were past everything until the night I left. I found a girls thong inside his suit jacket pocket and I knew then and there that nothing would ever change. He would always cheat on me and I did not want Charlie to think that was ok to do to anyone and I also didn't need him to see how badly it hurt me.

Now it’s just me and Charlie. It gets a little lonely at times.  I miss having someone to talk to and to cuddle with. I miss having someone who cares for me and who is there when I get home to listen to my day and for me to hear about their day. Charlie is amazing but sometimes I just need an adult to talk to.

Me and Charlie sit down and cuddle watching his favorite cartoon movie and eat popcorn. We share a blanket to stay warm and laugh at all the silly things happening in the movie. About half way through the movie Charlie falls asleep with his short blonde hair all mussed up and drool dripping out of his open mouth. Eyes closed tight, hiding his beautiful green eyes probably dreaming about dragons and ogres.  I carry him back to his room and tuck him into bed. I kiss his forehead and tell him, I love you baby, sweet dreams.

I head to my room right across the hall and change into my tank top and shorts. I go wash my face off and brush my teeth and hair and jump into bed. I have been thinking a lot lately about moving on finding someone to share my life with and Charlie’s but that’s a scary thought. How do I know if the guy will be good enough for Charlie? Will I find someone who can love Charlie like he was his own child? Will anyone even want me because I have a son? Well if they don’t want my son then there’s nothing left to discuss.  We are a package deal. Will I ever find someone who can love us both? I won’t know until I start looking. I guess that means tomorrow I should go buy that dress Nikki showed me and have it in case I find someone worth dating.

Chapter 2

My alarm goes off the next morning and I groan. I didn't get any sleep last night from all the tossing and turning. My mind just wouldn't shut off. I couldn’t help thinking how would I go about getting back out there? Should I go do an online dating site and create a profile? Just thinking about it makes me cringe. The 'about me' description would say something like Single mom, desperate for affection. Loves long walk at the beach and cuddling.

Yeah, that will get all the old lonely men out there interested. Not a guy my age. No. A guy closer to my age wants a young, hot woman with no baggage and can be whisked off at a moment’s notice.  What was I thinking trying to get back out there? I must be crazy. Oh well. Time to get ready for work.

Even if I found someone willing to be with a single mother they would have to love the smell of sugar and sweetness because that’s what I smell like every day after work. Just like baked cookies and cakes.  That’s the problem with working in a bakery, although I guess smelling like baked goods is better than pizza or garlic.

I get out of bed and walk into my very tiny bathroom. This is the downfall of being in a small apartment. Everything is miniature sized. I have a small sink with a small one door oak cupboard underneath. It sits right next to the toilet which has minimal room between it and the wall on the opposite side. Then three feet across from the sink and toilet is the very tiny shower that barely serves one person. In order to shave my legs I have to open the door and stick my leg out just to bend over far enough to reach all the way down.  No baths for me in this bathroom.

I walk into the bathroom and strip out of my pajamas and jump in the shower. It takes me fifteen minutes to shave, wash, and rinse my hair and body. My only luxury in my bathroom is my soft, plush white towels. As I grab my towel to dry off, I hear the television playing in the living room. 

Charlie is a morning child. He is always up early with me. At five thirty every morning his routine is to get up and go turn on cartoons and then get himself dressed. His only problem is he doesn't match so I have taken it upon myself to set an outfit out for him on top of his dresser to change into every morning.  He wants to be so independent so I let him with a little help from me.

I go into my room and get dressed for work and go back into the bathroom and throw on minimal make up.  It’s not too often I am helping with customers and I don’t feel the need to impress while I am working. Just a little foundation and mascara and I am ready to go. I grab an apple for me and one for Charlie who is already dressed and waiting patiently on the couch, so I tell him lets go. 

We head out to my old, beat up looking Toyota corolla. It’s supposed to be a light colored blue but it’s so rusted and sun worn that it’s hard to see its original paint color. I didn't buy it for looks though. I needed transportation and it gets me where I need to be. Because it’s so beat up looking on the outside I make sure to keep the inside spotless and comfortable with seat covers and air fresheners. We both get in, me in the driver’s side and Charlie in his booster seat in the back and buckle up. I pull out onto the main road out of our apartment complex and head down Main Street towards the bakery. 

Charlie can’t be dropped off at daycare until seven thirty so he always sits in the bakery at one of the tables and eats his breakfast. Since we have varieties of baked goods he will pair his morning fruit with a croissant or sometimes I will make him something special. He loves anything with eggs and what’s a bakery without eggs.

I pull up to the bakery parking lot and park in the same spot I always do since working here six years ago. We both get out and walk up to the front of the store as I unlock the door and turn off the alarm code. Charlie heads straight to his usual table and plops down waiting to see what I bring him for breakfast.

I decide today I will make him an egg and cheese croissant so I get to work and cook it up in no time and bring it to him then get back to work on the special orders of cakes, pies and other desserts.

Time goes by rather quickly and already it’s time to take Charlie to day care. We head out after I lock up so I can drop him off and head back to the bakery to see that Maddy is early.

Hey Maddy, what are you doing here? You don’t start for a little while.

Yeah I know but the boss called and said to come in so you can get the orders done without being disturbed. So here I am ready to serve! She sounded excited to be here. She seemed almost giddy. I wonder why because Maddy is not a morning person and she usually comes in starting the day grumpy until she gets her coffee fix.

Why are you so happy to be here? You are never this giddy in the morning. Oh my god you had a date last night! I exclaimed. I was so excited for her. Sure she is young but I like to live vicariously through her since my dating life is nonexistent.

No but I helped a guy yesterday who was so smokin' hot. He is tall, dark and handsome. I am hoping he will be back again today. He came in when you were at lunch and wanted to see if you could make him something for this weekend.  He said he wanted to speak directly to the baker to make sure that his order doesn’t get messed up. As if I could write down an order wrong. Oh well. I don’t care if he thinks I have mental problems. He is just too gorgeous that I can look past his rude behavior, as she says with a sigh. She looks as if she is in dream land thinking about this guy. I wonder who it is.

It’s not uncommon for people to want to speak directly to the baker. It happens quite often actually because they believe that all the specifics won’t be written down correctly or they want to size me up and make sure I know what I'm doing. That’s usually when I offer them one of our samples of cake we have sitting in our case just to prove to them that I do in fact, know what I'm doing.

Well if he comes back in today I would be happy to help this gorgeous hunk of man you seem to be so in love with. We both go our separate ways and get to work listening to Maddy's iPod. She has good taste in music. It’s a little bit of everything from rock n' roll, hip hop, to country. We listen for about two hours with me singing to the music and shaking my hips. Maddy is cracking up hearing me sing off key and occasionally watching my attempt at dancing. I’m pretty sure she even videotaped it on her phone for blackmail later.

At a little after eleven, Maddy comes to the back where I’m at mixing the cake batter for an order to be picked up later today. Excitedly, she whispers, oh my god. It’s the gorgeous hunk. He came in to make that special order. Wait until you see him, Danny. You are going to drool. He is so yummy. I am so jealous right now.

Ok, ok. Let’s see what all the fuss is about. He can’t be that good looking. And if he is, he probably has and attitude of monkey. I laugh at my joke as we head back out front to the counter.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see him. Maddy wasn’t kidding. He is gorgeous. I take a moment and drink him in. I start from the top of his tall massive frame. He must be six four at least with broad shoulders. He has a buzz cut on his head as my eyes move down to his dark blue eyes. His nose is slightly off like maybe it was broken once and just wasn't set completely straight. He has a short mustache that frames his full lips and turns into a scruffy looking beard. It looks good on him. He looks like a man’s man with it. Scanning down slowly, he has a thick neck with wide shoulders framing it, with a hint of a tattoo that peaks out of his black t-shirt. He has a little dirt on his shirt like he has been carrying dusty wood or something of the sort. His arms are big with muscles like he lifts weights but not so big that he looks like he's a body builder. It looks natural. His shirt is loose but tight enough to see he has some ripped abs. His denim blue jeans are at his hips and fit him perfectly without showing the size of his package.

Oh my god. Why am I thinking of his package? I don’t even know him yet. I can already see in my mind that he has to be a decent size. I need to stop thinking of his package now. Ok moving on. His legs look thick in his jeans that fit snug and looking down at his feet he is wearing black work boots. Maybe construction boots? I don’t know because I don’t know what builders wear, but that’s what the boots remind me of. Based on the size of his feet, if rumors are true, the bigger the foot the bigger the cock. If that’s the case then he must be massive. Oh god. I’m thinking about his package again.

Looking at the full picture of him he does look like some kind of builder. Or maybe he is just helping someone around their house. Maybe he is working on a woman’s house. Why does that thought make me jealous? This guy can’t be single. He must have a girlfriend. A very lucky girlfriend. Oh crap. He's staring at me like there's something wrong with me.  How long have I been standing here checking him out?

Out of the corner of my eye I see Maddy cleaning down a table giggling at me. That’s just great. Not only have I been ogling this guy and make an idiot of myself but I am a mess. My hair is thrown up in a bun with a hair net holding it all out of my face, and I have flour all over my black apron and on my hump day shirt that’s underneath along with my jeans.

I walk up to him with an embarrassed look and I'm sure a red face and stick my hand out to shake his, hello my name’s Danny and I am the baker here. How may I help you? That wasn't too bad. Props to me for not stuttering and making an even bigger fool of myself.

Hi. Yeah. So I wanted to order a pie or actually two pies for this weekend. I am going to a barbeque and I don’t know how to bake and I don’t want to have a store bought pie. What do you recommend because I was thinking of maybe apple pie or cherry pie? I don’t do this normally but I am trying to make an impression. I guess I am trying to impress a girl that I am supposed to meet. Sorry I'm babbling. Ok so what now? He sounded a little embarrassed and nervous. To say I'm a little disappointed that he is single but meeting someone