April Showers…

Posted on April 30th, 2009 in Short Stories by kimber

April stood inside the glass doors staring out. Every day this week, it had been like this. Dark and gloomy with rain, rain, and more rain. “Will the sun ever come out?”

“Tomorrow,” a deep voice chuckled behind her. “Tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow.”

Dear lord. April leaned forward, pressing her nose against the cool of the glass. She had thought she was alone. Now this, she peeked over her shoulder and silently groaned, incredibly handsome man heard her talking to herself.

“You have an umbrella, Orphan Annie?” The man rattled his. No discrete fold up umbrella for him. One of those long classic black ones with the point at the end.

“No. It didn’t survive the gusts this morning.” So much for her dollar store bargain.

“Those were something, weren’t they?” He seemed more amused than irritated. “You park far?”

“Taking the subway.” With a million other people. Wet and packed on an overcrowded train. April sighed. Little Orphan Annie indeed.

“That’ll be fun in those shoes.” He looked down at her slingbacks. “The stairs have to be flooded. You’ll get a soaker.”

“Yep.” She’d also have to hang onto the railing for dear life just to get down the stairs. April rolled her shoulders back determinedly. She was tough. She could do it.

“Tell you what. I’m parked down the street. I’ll give you a ride where you need to go.”

She turned to face him, looking up and up and up. Gosh, he was tall. “That’s okay. I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

Brown eyes glowed. A roguish smile. “No inconvenience.”

A ride home with this gorgeous man. That would be wonderful except … “I don’t know…”

“Me,” he completed. “I totally understand. I’m Brett Michaels.” He held out his hand.

She took it, his skin warm and firm against hers. “April Binns.”

“Ahhh… this is your month then.” He didn’t let go, sandwiching her cool hand between both of his. “What else do you need to know, April Binns?”

Nothing. Suddenly she didn’t care. She trusted him for some reason. This dynamic, confident man. “What do you do?” That would give her some indication of his personality.

“This and that.” He shrugged. “Mostly keep kids from squabbling.”

Kids? “You’re a teacher?” She eyed his dark suit, textured silk tie. He was very well dressed for a teacher.

“Nothing so glamorous.” He grinned. “Lawyer.”

A lawyer and a joker. She smiled back. “You work in the building?” There were over 100 floors, she didn’t know everyone.

“I’m mediating for a company on the fifth floor.”

There was only one company on the fifth floor. She glanced at the directory posted behind him. The head office of an international bank. Impressive. And even more impressive that he didn’t name drop.

“I’ll be out of your way.” There was no way a lawyer with that client lived in her neighborhood.

“Likely.” Another shrug.

“You’ll be even more late for dinner.” It being after seven already.

“I have a special relationship with the pizza guy.” His eyes crinkled.

“Oh.” She looked down at his left hand. No ring. He wasn’t married.

“I work a lot,” he answered her unspoken question. “It would take a special type of woman to accept that. She’d have to be very independent.”

April’s chin tilted. Was that a dare?

He smiled. “Stubbornly so. Wouldn’t accept help even if it was,” he glanced to the sheet of rain pouring off the roof, “raining like anything out there.”

“Then why would she need you? If she was so independent?” The accusation her past boyfriends leveled at her. None of them felt needed. Not enough.

“I wouldn’t want her to need me. I’d want her to want me.” He took a step closer. “There’s a difference.”

“Is there?” She should take a step back. She didn’t know this guy. She didn’t know what game he was playing.

“Yes, April, there is.” He stood close, their bodies less than an inch apart yet not touching.

She wanted him to kiss her. It was crazy, foolish, dangerous. But she wanted it. She licked her lips, tilted her head back.

His eyes darkened. A strong arm encircled her waist. He pressed her to him. “I’d like to show you the difference.”

His chest rose and fell against hers, the sensation like a caress. “Then do it.”

He stared at her. She stared back. “Oh, April, I’m going to.” Then he stepped back, releasing her. “But not today.” A rueful smile. “Today, I’m going to drive you home.”

“Has that been determined?” April frowned, nonplussed with him and with herself. What had gotten into her? She wasn’t a one night stand type of person.

Neither, it appeared was Brett. “Yes.” He shook himself as though he was shaking off the raindrops. “For my sanity, it appears it has been. Orphan Annie, I don’t know what it is about you that…”

“I know.” It had never been this way for her before. This instant connection with another person.

“You do, don’t you?” A pause. “I’m a workaholic,” he warned.

“And I don’t need you.” She smiled gently, never thinking that would be a plus in a relationship.

“We’ll take it one day at a time then.” He wedged the door open with his foot, arranging the umbrella. “Ready?” He held out his hand.

“Ready.” She clasped it, laughing, as they ran off into their future.

Some Bunny Done Some Bunny Wrong

Posted on April 30th, 2009 in Short Stories by kimber

This is an Easter story I originally wrote for Author Island.

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There was a lot of commotion happening at the community center so Nick being Nick sauntered across the street to check it out. No sooner had he poked his head in the door than a blonde haired beauty accosted him. “Finally, you’re here.” A mind melting smile. “Thank you so much for doing this.”

“Not a problem.” He had no idea what he was supposed to be doing but if it meant spending time with this woman, he was game.

“You’re a bit taller than I expected.” She eyed him up. Nick sucked in his gut. “But I’m sure you’ll fit.”

She was small, he gave her the once over, but he was sure he would also.

“Come, come.” He followed her into the back. “The kids will be here soon.” Kids? “You have to be in costume.” Then she held it up. A giant white rabbit suit with pink floppy ears and a fluffy tail.

“Ummm… what exactly am I doing again?”

A sigh. “I suppose Gayle didn’t tell you?”

“She probably did.” He didn’t want to get this Gayle person in trouble. “But I wasn’t paying close attention.”

“Take your shoes off.” She unzipped the suit. “That’s okay. It’s very simple. You hop around. You give out the plastic eggs.” She glared at his unmoving feet and he quickly kicked off his Barker Blacks. “Try not to scare the kids.” How could he scare kids? He was a 6 foot 4 bunny. He stepped into the suit. “Don’t worry. I’ll be by your side at all times.” She zipped up the back, her fingers pressing along his spine. He was too large, the bunny suit wedged up his… He squirmed, trying to adjust things. “Hold still.” She stood on a chair, breasts at eye level, the big bunny head requiring both of her hands.

The room went black. “I can’t see a thing.” She adjusted it. “Better.” But not good, his line of sight extremely limited. “We should have a safe word.” This was the most extreme thing he’d ever done to impress a woman.

“You’ll be fine.” She took his big bunny hand and led him out to the room.

Hours later he was ready to pass out from heat exhaustion and he was deaf in one, if not two ears. But he was having a blast and more than a little enamored of his temporary boss, the smiley, charming Miss Mila Bren.

“You did a great job, Tony.” She patted his fake fur covered arm.

He should tell her. “I-”

“Mila, Mila.” A gray haired dynamo blew into his vision. “Oh, thank goodness, you found someone.” A hand to her heaving chest.

“What do you mean, Gayle?”

“I felt so bad, Tony canceling at the last minute and not letting you know. My battery was dead and I just picked up the message now and…”

“Tony canceling but … No. It can’t be.” She shook her blonde head. “This is Tony. He’s just like you described him, handsome and dark haired and… ?” Wide eyes turned Nick’s way.

“A complete stranger,” he completed for her. “Hi, I’m Nick.” He held out a bunny hand, grinning. “And I believe you owe me dinner.”

April Showers… (Part 4 Of 4)

Posted on April 29th, 2009 in Short Stories by kimber

He stared at her. She stared back. “Oh, April, I’m going to.” Then he stepped back, releasing her. “But not today.” A rueful smile. “Today, I’m going to drive you home.”

“Has that been determined?” April frowned, nonplussed with him and with herself. What had gotten into her? She wasn’t a one night stand type of person.

Neither, it appeared was Brett. “Yes.” He shook himself as though he was shaking off the raindrops. “For my sanity, it appears it has been. Orphan Annie, I don’t know what it is about you that…”

“I know.” It had never been this way for her before. This instant connection with another person.

“You do, don’t you?” A pause. “I’m a workaholic,” he warned.

“And I don’t need you.” She smiled gently, never thinking that would be a plus in a relationship.

“We’ll take it one day at a time then.” He wedged the door open with his foot, arranging the umbrella. “Ready?” He held out his hand.

“Ready.” She clasped it, laughing, as they ran off into their future.

A Coke And A Suit

Posted on April 27th, 2009 in Men In Suits by kimber

A Coke And A Suit

A great fitting suit should look
just as good
(if not better)
from behind as from the front.
This slim fitting black suit is perfect
for this man’s body type.