'Everyone loves a bad boy—don't they? Come and meet Chance…'
Susan glanced up at the poster as she walked past the cinema and bit her lip.
Bad in film, bad in life. That about summed it up.
Noah Jackson's grinning face stared down at her, taunting, teasing and making her squirm. The dress shirt, the tie that shouted undo me take me off. the thoughts of an arrow of chest hair to entice your eyes lower, the suit trousers that caressed every contour and...
Do not go there.
The poster was an advertisement for testosterone.
Enough already, build a bridge get over it, move on, enough already.
He was in a past lifetime.
Susan Margaret Blews shifted her glance from the poster to the street ahead, and turned the corner towards the shops. Time to get her shopping and get the hell out of Dodge.
Safety, in the form of the deli counter for something tasty, and a good book called.
Or so she thought
Boy how wrong could a woman be.
Lost in her thoughts, steak or salmon—Susan walked into a wall.The wall swayed and swore.
"Why hello Susie Blews this saves me coming to get you."
Noah bloody Jackson...
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