Time to catch up with Teri!
Who will she end up spending Valentines with? Her Husband Jerry? Or the young and sexy Jimmy..?
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Chapter Three
Who will she end up spending Valentines with? Her Husband Jerry? Or the young and sexy Jimmy..?
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Chapter Three
The Grandkids
and I had fun Saturday baking and decorating Valentines cookies. I chose a
couple cute ones to put in the box for Jimmy. The rest of the week seemed to
drag on. I tried to chicken out a couple times. I think I would have if I had
his number. What’s the harm in a simple
coffee with a new friend? A very cute,
sexy, and young friend.
I went into the
Bakery early Wednesday and got the Valentines orders all done up and made
plenty of extras. I’m glad we aren’t
taking any new orders. I did make some extra cupcakes and heart shaped
cakes so there would be plenty for last minute shoppers. I will come in early tomorrow and refill these.
I go home at
noon and start preparing for tomorrow. I retouch my hair-color, do a facial and
my nails. I feel like a teenager again going on her first date.
Tossing and turning I finally get up at 3 am and get dressed. I will have to meet Jimmy straight from the bakery so I roll my hair and put on my makeup. I put on tight-fitting jeans and a nice form fitting red sweater with a low -but not too-low- neckline. I don’t want to seem forward, or give him the wrong impression. Exactly what impression am I trying to make? What do I want from this young man?
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My stomach in
knots I touch up my makeup and hair before leaving the bakery. I think about
going home and hiding all the way to the Coffee shop. He probably won’t be
there, he was just flirting.
I walk inside
and my heart flips as I see him sitting at a table close to the door. He smiles
and joins me.
“Hi. I was
afraid you weren’t going to show.”
His smile is so
sweet and sexy my heart melts. His big chocolate brown eyes warm me in places a
married woman shouldn’t be warming with another man. Especially one in his
early twenties.
“I saved us a table in the
back is that alright?” He motions to a table not visible from the road, or door
for that matter.
All I can do is
nod.
“What would you
like?” He takes my arm and guides me to the counter.
I order a skinny
caramel mocha with sugar-free raspberry. He orders a caramel mocha with an
extra shot of espresso. He takes both cups and I follow him like a puppy to the
table. My mind races, trying to tell me to run for the door. I hand him the box
of cookies and assorted brownies I made for him. His eyes light up like a
little kid on Christmas morning. He opens the box and smiles brightly.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmmm!
This raspberry brownie is to die for! You’ve really outdone yourself!” He
reaches down on the floor beside him and pulls up a cute package wrapped in
pretty sheer pink cellophane, tied with a beautiful hot pink bow tiny red
hearts all over it. I open it up –it’s an adorable coffee mug with a frog
holding a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.
I feel my face
heat up. I haven’t gotten a valentines gift in years. Jerry and I stopped
getting each other gifts when our daughter was two. We spent the money on her
stuffed animals and pretty fancy dresses. Maybe, if we were lucky enough that
she went to bed early, we would have a quick valentines roll in the hay. That
stopped a few years ago too.
“You shouldn’t
have.” I slide the gift slightly back towards him as if it might bite me. The
disappointment on his face makes my heart ache so I take the gift and smile
sweetly.
“Thank you. It’s
really cute. How did you know I collected frogs and holiday mugs?”
“I follow your Pinterest
boards and saw it on Face-book.” This time it was his face warming.
Dam he looks so sexy blushing. I bet he
would look so good with his face heating after a good make-out session.
Why am I even thinking this?
Why am I even thinking this?
Talking with
Jimmy was easy. We chatted so much after the first few awkward moments that lunch
slipped up on us. He offered to buy lunch and I haven’t a clue what got into me
accepting. We both had the soup of the day and resumed our conversation well
into the afternoon.
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My phone rang.
It was my daughter wishing me a happy Valentine’s day and the grandkids got on
to wish me one also. I realized then it was after school-time and I needed to
get home. Hopefully when Jerry gets home he will want to take me out for
Valentines. Wishful thinking girl! Whens
the last time he even noticed it was Valentines at all?
“I didn’t
realize how late it was getting. I better head home.” The reluctance to leave
sounded in my voice.
“Thanks for
meeting me and for the awesome cookies. How about we exchange numbers and email
addies?” He smiles shyly and quickly says we should do this again sometime. I smiled
back and accepted. What the heck am I thinking?
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I get home less
than an hour before it’s time for Jerry to get there, so I run the vacuum and
light some nice tangerine and lavender candles. I retouch my hair and makeup
and slip into a pretty pink floral shirt-dress.
“What you all
dressed up for? Been on a hot date?” He doesn’t even bother to kiss me as he
tosses his briefcase and jacket on the table.
“What’s for
dinner?” He kicks off his shoes in the middle of the dining room floor and
heads into the bedroom.
He comes back
out in a pair of sweats and sweatshirt. I guess it’s clear we aren’t going out.
“I sort of
thought we may go out tonight since its Valentines.”
“You know how
crowded everything is. Let’s stay in, we always do. I’m sure you have something
in there you can throw together.” He hands me a small envelope and plops in his
chair, turning the TV on to some reruns of a storage auction show.
“You thought I
totally forgot its Valentines. I knew you’d expect something even though we
already agreed to not do anything a couple weeks ago.” He chuckles like he is
really proud of himself.
I open the
envelope and it is a gift card for a mani-pedi at a local salon. Not even a
card.
“There’s
lunch-meat in the fridge. Make your own dinner.” I huff as I go into the
bedroom, change into my pajamas and head back into the guest room with my phone
and kindle. No. MY room now.
The doorknob
rattles as he tries to open the door.
“I’m gonna order
pizza want anything while I am ordering?”
“Screw you!” I
yell through the door.
“You really need
to go see the doctor about those hormones you’re really being a bitch lately.”
The shoe I throw
ricochets off the door with a loud Kathunk. I pick up my phone and send
Jimmy a text before I even realize what I have done.
‘Thanks for the candy. It’s my favorite. Had a gr8 time today. Maybe next week?’ Well he is probably out on a date with his sweetheart tonight anyways so it doesn’t matter.
‘Thanks for the candy. It’s my favorite. Had a gr8 time today. Maybe next week?’ Well he is probably out on a date with his sweetheart tonight anyways so it doesn’t matter.
I pick up my
kindle and the phone buzzes as I lay it on the bed.
‘Glad ya liked
it, it’s my favorite too. Why wait till next week? 2morrow?’
‘U not on a d8’
‘Nah. Been
single a while’
‘A guy as handsome
as u should be beating girls off with a stick’
‘LOL None that
I’d go out with. I like more mature women.’
I just sit there
wiping the tears from my cheeks. Now I’m smiling profusely. Maybe Jerry is
right and its hormones? How can I go from screaming and throwing things one
minute then smiling and laughing the next? What am I doing chatting with this
man? The phone buzzes again startling me from my reverie.
‘U still there?
U didn’t answer about 2morrow.’
‘U not working?’
‘Evening shift.
Off till 2’
I sit thinking.
Should I really pursue this? I hear the doorbell ring. Jerry answers it. I hear
the fridge open and a can top pop, and the TV resumes loudly. The smell of pepperoni
pizza fills the air. My stomach growls but I refuse to be near him. Besides
dropping a pound or two won’t hurt.
‘Can’t talk?’
‘Sorry
thinking.’
‘I’m off
Saturday. Do something then?’
‘Yes’
We made plans to
meet Saturday at the casino parking lot and take my car across the river into
the next town.
We texted till close to midnight, when I decided I better get some sleep. I have to be at the bakery early, since today was Valentines we will be out of everything.
After a quick shower I fell asleep and dreamed of a very sexy young man with the prettiest brown eyes I have ever seen doing some pretty hot things to me. But not nearly as hot as the things I did to him…
We texted till close to midnight, when I decided I better get some sleep. I have to be at the bakery early, since today was Valentines we will be out of everything.
After a quick shower I fell asleep and dreamed of a very sexy young man with the prettiest brown eyes I have ever seen doing some pretty hot things to me. But not nearly as hot as the things I did to him…
If you missed the beginning of Terr's story you can find post one here
Chapter 2 is here.
come back next week for chapter 4 and a shock.
How do you like Terr's story? Can you relate to her? Do you feel stuck in an old relationship and taken for granted? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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Chapter 2 is here.
come back next week for chapter 4 and a shock.
How do you like Terr's story? Can you relate to her? Do you feel stuck in an old relationship and taken for granted? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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