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peeked beneath the edge of his sleeves, vivid and bright against the dark tan of his arms. Faded jeans slung low upon narrow hips, and he wore a nondescript t-shirt with a motorcycle shop logo across the front, but what caught her were his eyes. She’d never seen any quite like them, a wild mix of greens and blues like ocean waves, twinkling and full of life.
    “Is… is there a card?” she stammered. It had only been a second, but already she was held locked and hypnotized by his exotic eyes. Suddenly the stale air of the newspaper office seemed to shimmer before her, and the constant background noise of keyboards and cell phones and human activity faded into nothing. It was as if she’d turned around and found herself in a surreal, alternate world inhabited just by her and a surf god with a Mona Lisa smile and an envelope with her name on it. The blood began to boil as it rushed up into her neck and face, and she realized her fingers had grasped his hand instead of the envelope. A rush of embarrassment broke the spell at last, and she fumbled eagerly for the envelope, pretending her excitement was over it and not his broad shoulders and smoldering eyes.
    “I better read this,” she blurted out, pretending to study the note clutched in her trembling fingers. Not that she could read any of it; her eyes refused to release the vision of ocean eyes and sun-kissed skin. Even without looking, she could feel his presence, magnetic and undeniable, and it was several moments before she was able to shift her focus to the words before her.
     
    Dear Abby,
    Hope the balloons brighten your world! We have an appointment for this evening. The driver will pick you up at six-thirty, so be ready. I’ve been ordered to provide you with a list of rules to obey in the meantime, so here you go.
Don’t stress at work today.
Enjoy your balloons for as long as you can.
Be ready at six-thirty.
    Can’t wait to meet you!
    Chris A.
     
    Abby re-read the note three times, hoping to buy enough time for the flush in her face to subside before she risked another look at the delivery guy and knowing it wouldn’t be nearly enough. The sight of him had awakened something in her, and a few casual words on a piece of pink paper weren’t going to distract her body from what it wanted. It didn’t help that he didn’t seem in a hurry to leave either. She had to get rid of him—and quickly. There was already too much attention focused on her thanks to the balloons; she didn’t want the whole office tittering about how she practically flung herself on a random delivery guy.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot your tip!” She reached for her purse only to be stopped by his warm, slightly calloused hand catching her wrist. The restraint was gentle but firm, like a velvet vise. Gasping audibly, she fell into his gaze once more, and immediately her chest felt tight, unable to take in even the slightest breath. Suddenly nothing else mattered, not the office around her or the appointment for that evening, nothing but the blue depths of his eyes and the throbbing pulse that began at his fingertips and snaked its way through her body to her increasingly wet core.
    “No,” he whispered softly. “No need. Your pleasure is payment enough.” His voice made her knees melt, but the hunger in his eyes was eating her alive. With a jolt, she realized she was having the same effect on him. Forget Mr. Green’s guy, I want him. Suddenly, she felt small and lost, unable to think. As if sensing her inner conflict, his eyes and hand released her. Stepping back, he gave her one last smile and then melted back into the office chaos.
    Just as well. Her body wanted nothing more than to run after him, but her mind told her it was for the best. He wouldn’t understand you any better than the others, not like the one you’re to meet tonight.
    Chris A. She let the name roll off her tongue a few times, testing it out, wondering what the ‘A’ stood for. Anderson? Allen? Adams?