Mail guy

Layla looked at herself while washing the soap off her hands. sighing deeply she turned around to dry her hands. Walking towards her bed she eyed her BOB (battery operated boyfriend) and felt annoyed. When was the last time she had a real man by her side and not just a body part made of crystal or rubber or plastic. As she pick it up she stroke it with a slow rhythm placing back in its velvet core box.

She started to undo her bed to climb inside the comfort of her queen sized, double bedded pillow top mattress, realizing she did not have her phone she paused. Just as the thought crossed her mind she heard it ringing in the abyss of her condo. Running out the room down her hallway to the semi staircase, Layla jumped down the three stairs as it was normal for her grabbing the phone on the fourth ring.

Hello?...

no one responded. HELLO!, she said slightly raising her voice. The other end was silent. As she removed it from her ear to check the number there was a knock on her door that scared the breath from her body. Pressing the end button and placing the phone in her robe pocket, she walk towards her door. Standing on her toes she looked through her peep hole. Layla was startled by the specimen on the other side, her eyes enlarged as her heart raced. He was perfect. Clearing her throat, she said yes!!...

I am returning mail I recieved for this apartment he stated in a as matter of fact tone. Opening her door partly with the chain still on Layla reached her hand through while staring at him stating thank you. He placed the mail in her hand and said the apartment number was wrong. Looking at a magazine she realized it was true. Before she had another thought he said, I took a gamble and figure it was yours since you recently just move in... this almost never happens. With quick movement he smiled barely going on his way. Layla said thank you again and she would get the problem fixed as soon as possible. He scruff, good cause if I see another girly magazine... he stated dryly.

Confused Layla locked her door. slightly sadden she mock his last words. The nerve of him. Just like that she lost interest. although, she knew nothing of him other then he lives in the building, the possibility of finding out more diminished. That how her night ended. If she knew what was to come she would have never open the door.

Running back home from the gym. Layla slowed down to check her smart watch. Entering the lobby of the building she nodded at the security officer. Pushing the elevator button to go to her condo the door immediately opened. Three people rushed out, to go on their whereabouts. unbeknown to Layla one person watched her with a little bit more interest than they should. Layla walked in then faced the closing door when her eyes met the strangers gaze, confused she pressed the 18th floor button even though she lived on the 22nd.

She normally took the stairs on any other day but her period was starting to get to her. running up the rest of the way she open the door and bumped right into... yup you guess it the god like perfect mail guy. She hit him so hard her nose burn. Standing firm more then 6 feet tall, he did not even look down at Layla which was 5ft 1in. Holding her nose she said sorry. He looked cold and unresponsive. Walking pass her he said sorry and head down the stairs. Annoyed Layla went into her condo and placed a pack of frozen fruit on her face. Sitting on her newly white couch, she invision the guy. His chest was muscular, firm and chiseled. It was begining to drive her crazy. That was the most action she had in about 2 years. Shaking away the image along with the frozen fruit she went on to make her smoothie.

After her meal, a shower and freshly dressed she pulled her hair in a bun heading to work. Laya worked for a hospital as a social worker. A rewarding career for her she loved helping people get the care they needed. Even though, her family was from old money and she had several business endeavors she still worked in this field for a sense of purpose. On this day she had a meeting with the hospitals board members to go over the new founder of the hospital. She hated being in these meeting because it was money driven politics and because she was a female share holder/ board member it sometime had the boy club feel to them. While waiting for the meeting to begin suddenly the door open and entered Mr. mail guy. Her eyes locked on him with complex emotions as she unconsciously rubbed her nose.

During the meeting it seem to last forever. Layla focused more on the specimen in front of her, blocking all the other bodies in the room. His name Derrick Northbrook. oh and soooo fine. 6ft 6in carmel tone skin, amber stricken color eyes, freshly cut black hair with a beard that connect from his sideburn and mustache which align with his face perfectly. His lip full and luscious with eyes more piercing than the sharpest dagger. Layla was in full fantasy mode wanting to just touch his lip with just a finger not to be greedy but also, wanting to touch him slowly all over with more then a finger.

Hearing her name Layla come back to the reality of where she was and responded with a excuse me can you repeat that last statement. Derrick had coldness in his eyes and repeat "stay behind" as he adjourned the meeting dismissing the other members. With what felt like a frog in her throat she swallowed hard barely able to swallow. Watching her keenly Northbrook had a slight smirk on his face. Finally alone he said Ms. Amor... Layla responded Mr. Northbrook? A chill filled her body as he said her name making her shiver. Derrick took note of it before asking "Are you cold?" impressed that he pick up on it Layla lied and she yes it a bit chilly in here. Picking up a remote and pressing a button the air conditioner went silent. Removing his blazer and placing on the back of his chair Layla ask "what is it that is needed from me I have a schedule to manage". Walking towards her his gaze was cold as he extended his hand and said "wanted to formally introduce myself". Hearing that Layla got up shook his hand without looking at him. Looking as he was reaching for the door he actually leaned on it and crossed his arms across his chest. How's your nose? Shocked Layla snorted nothing to be concerned about now... She looked at him then, with fire in her eyes, she was pissed. Why was he concerned now? he barely said sorry... her fire diminished after meeting his cold stare. "I should get going, busy day"... Layla said. Your not going to ask about my chest? Layla was at a lost for words, finally she said WHAT?