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his tee
shirt. I cleared my throat as I looked back up into his eyes and
spoke as if a frog was in my throat. "Come again?"
    "My mother. She's Brazilian heritage. My
father is part Hispanic, part Swedish. I guess you thought
otherwise." As he said it, a seductive smile spread across his
face, and I felt a nervous reaction coming forward.
    I laughed and touched his arm that was
holding my basket. I felt his skin under my hand and a tingle in my
tummy. I was in big trouble. So I did what any sensible woman would
do at a time like this, I babbled all the way to the basement in
the slowest moving elevator ever invented.
    "No. I mean. I didn't know what you were. Or
should I say who you are. Were. Whatever. I just caught a quick
peek of you undressing before you showered, and I guessed Hispanic.
I also guessed your eye color to be brown or black. Either one.
Either one is ok I guess. Although your eyes are spectacular in
color. They're not blue. They're not green or blue green. They are
like their own special color. Intriguing. Sexy. So any ways. I saw
you. Undressing that is. Oh God. That sounds terrible. Like I'm a
peeping-Tom. But I'm not." I let my hand touch his arm again. It
was irresistibly drawn to him or touching him at least. I felt I
was being pulled in like some magnetic force, uncontrollable force
that I was not in any shape to reckon with, so I let my hand linger
while I laughed with a giggle, and then I did what I did best while
he stared at me with the sexiest of smiles. I babbled on.
    "So. No. See. The apartment across the alley.
Directly, across mine. That would be yours now. It has been empty
for a while, and then I noticed a light the other day. Then I got
busy getting ready for my family birthday party, and well; I don't
know if you saw anything unusual at my place last night but let's
just say the party did not go well."
    The elevator door opened, and he motioned for
me to go first as he made a statement quite clearly and with a
sense of pride. "I have my mother's eyes."
    I stepped out and headed down the hallway to
the old and dingy laundry room. However, it had three brand new
state of the art washers in it, so I was not one to complain. When
I stepped aside to turn and look at my new neighbor, I thought for
a second his eyes had been trained on my ass. That's a good sign. A
good one indeed.
    Rein it in Amber. I mentally hollered at
myself. However, a bit of it might have muttered out of my mouth.
My sexy new neighbor looked at me with his head cocked sideways and
a soft 'what' exited his lips that were so kissable I wanted to
devour them right there.
    "Oh. Nothing. I was thinking. Did I say
something?" I questioned as I watched him set my laundry basket on
the long folding table in the laundry room. I was mesmerized by his
muscles, his skin, which had this mocha latte color that I wanted
to drink every last drop of. His height was a few inches taller
than me, and his demeanor had a sexual flirtatiousness to it that
made me want to do something, anything flirtatious or sexual to let
him know I was interested.
    "So it was your birthday yesterday?" He
turned and looked at me, but for a fleeting second, his eyes gazed
at me up and down. His gaze caused my internal furnace to kick up a
few notches. Then he looked away to something off to the side and
smiled while bringing his head down and looking back up to meet my
eyes with his head tilted. It was sexy as hell and over-the-top
flirtatious move, and I wanted to strip him down and get familiar
right next to my laundry basket. I did a mental head slap and
realized my hormones have been in overdrive lately.
    I felt sexually caught off guard. My flirting
game was usually spot on. However, he did things to me that caused
me to feel so flustered and silly that I just stood there staring
at him.
    "How old are you now?" He was asking me as I
gauged his age in his late twenties, possible thirty, but he had
excellent skin and a youthfulness to his looks. Then again, so