The Chance Encounter

Margot and Alex Part 1

I jumped from the zap of heat that shot from my fingers tips when he touched my hand. I stared at the stranger in front of me. He has kind brown eyes and a big broad grin that sent shivers down my spine. His eyelashes are way too long for a man. It gave his eyes a delicate appearance, but the fine lines at the side of them stopped them from being too feminine. “I’m sorry,” I replied at once.

“It’s okay. You reached for it first,” he said as he hands me the bag of apples.

“Thank you,” I said. I continue to drink in the sight of him. He has beautiful brown skin that begs for my kisses. I tear my eyes away from him and study the rest of him. He’s over six feet tall with wide shoulders and a buff chest. He looked so strong. I wonder if he could hold me up when we make love.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” he asked. His steely gaze has me mesmerized as I stare into a pool of deep brown eyes.

“I’m Margot,” I said.

“Okay nice to meet you Margot, are you okay?” he said.

“I’m fine,” I said. Lord, I must look a mess to this man, just grinning at this random stranger. I drank him in one more time and did my best to walk away with what’s left of my dignity. A few aisles over, I spied the handsome stranger again. His back is turned to me: his ass is as delicious as his smirk. He was coming from work in a deep brown shirt, blue jeans, and dirty old boots. He looks up from his basket and I make a mad dash to the other aisle, I hope he didn’t see me. What the hell am I doing? Why am I strolling around the supermarket stealing glances at a perfect stranger? I haven’t shown so much interest in a man since Ray died and now I’m acting like a horny teenage girl over a stranger. I need to get my shit together. I gave myself a stern warning and went back to shopping. There isn’t anything I particularly need at the grocery store. It’s just something to do before going home to my lonely apartment. Usually, nothing interesting happens, but today I get to ogle a complete stranger. I picked up a nice bottle of wine and head to the cashier.

“I’m Alex,” said a man behind me. It’s my handsome stranger.

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” I said trying to start up a normal conversation. “You’re shopping for the family?” I glanced into his basket and the box of condoms told me I was wrong.

 “Guess you have a hot date?” I asked. Damn, I’m making a darn fool of myself. “Never mind, please don’t answer that!”

To his credit, Alex just smirked and stated, “You’re adorable.”

Great, he thinks I’m a kid. Please ground open up and suck me in now, I beg. Finally, it’s my turn to cash my stuff. I rush to pay the bill and literally ran out of the store. I’ve never made a fool of myself for a man and I hope I never have to again!