Infectious
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,369
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Infection
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April 10th
I check my reflection in the window of Dorothy Perkins. Today I wore Indian boots with a long black skirt and an off the shoulder t-shirt. I straightened my belt and repositioned my handbag, we I still didn’t understand the nervous bubbling feeling in my gut. I entered the starbucks and immediately my stomach skipped to life. I notice him there He checks his watch, then the door where I am stood then looks back at his book. He does a double take which makes me laugh as I walk over to him.
“You’re early” he laughs. “Can I get you a coffee?”
“So are you” I glance at the menu even though I already know what I want. “White chocolate Mocha with whip cream please”
He leaves the table only to return with a tray two mugs sitting upon it and also two double chocolate chip muffins. He sets the coffee and a muffin in front of me and a hot chocolate and a muffin in front of himself.
“mmm Chocolate; the way to a woman’s heart” I joke.
“If only it was that easy” He laughs “if it were I’d be a god.”
He watches e as I sip my coffee and even as my tongue quickly swipes away the whip cream. I rip a small chunk of the muffin and pop it into my mouth.
“So how are you?” He asks, I can tell he hates asking for favours.
“I’m well thanks. But I’ll be even better when you stop pussy footing around and tell me what the favour is” I say, I wonder where this dangerous courageous streak came from but decide I like it.
“I like you” He laughs. “Well I need a reasonably priced portfolio full of pictures, I thought about going to a shop, going to other places. But then I saw this” He opens his wallet to show the wallet sized family photograph, I recognize my own work. “And I thought of you. I don’t want your usual stuffy posing in front of backgrounds. I want real portraits taken by a real photographer. I want you to take them”
I sip my coffee to hide my flushed cheeks and bide me time to answer him, His words flatter me but I know it would be hard pressed time wise. I also had to stop by and see my mother, drop in this month’s cheque. I had done my grocery shopping all that was let was my house work. I had a lot of commitments to make.
“Well” I state setting my coffee down. “Maybe you should have got these coffee’s to go unless you got somewhere else to be but before we start I got some thing I have to take care of.”
“God sent me an angel when he sent me to you” Adam said in surprise. I slap his arm jokingly, the movement and conversation flows naturally from there. Soon the muffins are devoured and the coffee mugs are empty. He leads me to his car, I had him pinned for a black car of some sorts but I was wrong a royal blue BMW series three. Like a gent he opens my door I slip in. and he closes the door behind me.
“Where to ma’am?” he jokes as he slips in and buckles himself up.
“Green acre care home on Mackintosh Park” I say with out looking at him. He doesn’t ask why but we fall into an uncomfortable silence, he opens the glove box and tosses me his Creative Zen and the plug.
“Make yourself useful plug that in and choose us some music.”
I make quick work of choosing a play list, Panic at the disco –I write sins not tragedies opens. Playing about I begin to sing. He smiles and glances at me. We drive to the home and I get out.
“I’ll be a couple of seconds” I state as I jog up the wheelchair ramp and into the main reception. I pop into my mums room and give her a quick hello and a kiss, no response then I pay the bill. I run back out to the car and get in, I give him my address he must notice the tension in my body for when his hand is free he places it on my leg to give it a comforting squeeze, I appreciate the gesture but slap his hand and sniff.
“Now really that’s no way to treat a lady” I say with a laugh that sounds hollow to my ears.
“Must be dreadfully tiresome being a lady all the time” he’s teasing me but I find myself signing.
“It is”
April 10th
I check my reflection in the window of Dorothy Perkins. Today I wore Indian boots with a long black skirt and an off the shoulder t-shirt. I straightened my belt and repositioned my handbag, we I still didn’t understand the nervous bubbling feeling in my gut. I entered the starbucks and immediately my stomach skipped to life. I notice him there He checks his watch, then the door where I am stood then looks back at his book. He does a double take which makes me laugh as I walk over to him.
“You’re early” he laughs. “Can I get you a coffee?”
“So are you” I glance at the menu even though I already know what I want. “White chocolate Mocha with whip cream please”
He leaves the table only to return with a tray two mugs sitting upon it and also two double chocolate chip muffins. He sets the coffee and a muffin in front of me and a hot chocolate and a muffin in front of himself.
“mmm Chocolate; the way to a woman’s heart” I joke.
“If only it was that easy” He laughs “if it were I’d be a god.”
He watches e as I sip my coffee and even as my tongue quickly swipes away the whip cream. I rip a small chunk of the muffin and pop it into my mouth.
“So how are you?” He asks, I can tell he hates asking for favours.
“I’m well thanks. But I’ll be even better when you stop pussy footing around and tell me what the favour is” I say, I wonder where this dangerous courageous streak came from but decide I like it.
“I like you” He laughs. “Well I need a reasonably priced portfolio full of pictures, I thought about going to a shop, going to other places. But then I saw this” He opens his wallet to show the wallet sized family photograph, I recognize my own work. “And I thought of you. I don’t want your usual stuffy posing in front of backgrounds. I want real portraits taken by a real photographer. I want you to take them”
I sip my coffee to hide my flushed cheeks and bide me time to answer him, His words flatter me but I know it would be hard pressed time wise. I also had to stop by and see my mother, drop in this month’s cheque. I had done my grocery shopping all that was let was my house work. I had a lot of commitments to make.
“Well” I state setting my coffee down. “Maybe you should have got these coffee’s to go unless you got somewhere else to be but before we start I got some thing I have to take care of.”
“God sent me an angel when he sent me to you” Adam said in surprise. I slap his arm jokingly, the movement and conversation flows naturally from there. Soon the muffins are devoured and the coffee mugs are empty. He leads me to his car, I had him pinned for a black car of some sorts but I was wrong a royal blue BMW series three. Like a gent he opens my door I slip in. and he closes the door behind me.
“Where to ma’am?” he jokes as he slips in and buckles himself up.
“Green acre care home on Mackintosh Park” I say with out looking at him. He doesn’t ask why but we fall into an uncomfortable silence, he opens the glove box and tosses me his Creative Zen and the plug.
“Make yourself useful plug that in and choose us some music.”
I make quick work of choosing a play list, Panic at the disco –I write sins not tragedies opens. Playing about I begin to sing. He smiles and glances at me. We drive to the home and I get out.
“I’ll be a couple of seconds” I state as I jog up the wheelchair ramp and into the main reception. I pop into my mums room and give her a quick hello and a kiss, no response then I pay the bill. I run back out to the car and get in, I give him my address he must notice the tension in my body for when his hand is free he places it on my leg to give it a comforting squeeze, I appreciate the gesture but slap his hand and sniff.
“Now really that’s no way to treat a lady” I say with a laugh that sounds hollow to my ears.
“Must be dreadfully tiresome being a lady all the time” he’s teasing me but I find myself signing.
“It is”