BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
By E.N. Spence
“I’m sorry Logan. Sometimes I forget it wasn’t just me going through Hell these past few months.” His eyes get glassy, then he finally leans down and kisses me. When our lips part, he leans his forehead against mine. So many things being said between us, yet only our breathing can be heard.
I’m rushing as fast as these damn heels will let me. I’ve only been at my new job two weeks and have been late three times. It isn’t something I seem able to control, no matter how hard I try. I never seem able to get where I need to be when I need to be there. I’d call it a gift, but no one else seems to think it’s funny.
I’m working as a receptionist in an accounting firm right in the heart of downtown; directing phone calls, welcoming guests, and answering mail. The job isn’t great; but it pays well, and that’s what I need. I’m saving every penny so I can, so sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do!
Like suffer in the prettiest but most uncomfortable pair of shoes ever! Before my first day, my best friend Lana helped me buy a few ‘multi-purpose’ pieces for my wardrobe. I needed to stretch my dollars as far as possible, but these shoes are not the bargain I had hoped for. They pinch my toes and rub the back – I just know I’m going to have a blister by the time I get home toni-
Mid-complaint the fucking heel snaps on my shoe. Goddamnit! I can see the ground coming towards my face very quickly as I lose my balance, my arms flailing wildly. I must look absolutely comical is all I can think, as I prepare to fall onto the ground. I should have stayed in bed.
But suddenly there are very strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist, catching me mid-fall. A muffled ‘oof!’ escapes me as the air is knocked out of me, but it certainly feels better than falling all the way down. The set of arms are attached to a set of hands that help me regain my balance, as I turn around to thank my hero.
Standing in front of me is the sexiest man I have ever seen. He’s several inches taller than me – but at my 5’ 5”, that isn’t a challenge. He has sandy brown not quite blonde hair cut short, and his eyes are the most unique shade of blue… kind of like that really deep, dark blue that appears on the horizon just as the sun sets…Wow.
Those eyes are looking at me so intently. Staring at me. I see his lips are moving that I can’t hear what he’s saying. His bottom lip is fuller than the top one. Yummy. Holy crap, I need to get my shit together! It’s been awhile since I’ve had any kind of action, but this is ridiculous. I’m acting like a horny 17 years old.
But wow. Is he ever hot.