Luck Ch. 01

"Me?" he stared back at her, a bemused look on his face.

"It was you, you almost ran me over with your car!" Her eyes snapped behind the glasses.

"That was you?" he would have never known, she was so hidden by that god-awful raincoat. "I'm sorry, I was-." he started before she cut him off.

"Sorry? I'm still damp from that wave your tires splashed me!" She had been uncomfortable all damn night, her shoes still squished with each step.

"The rain blinded me, I couldn't see anything, I thought that was it for me to," he smiled awkwardly, "I'm really sorry, let me make it up to you, let me buy you dinner." She looked at him, ready to be mad and argue, still pissed, still damp, but he was nice, cute as hell and she could tell he was sincere.

"No, but I accept your apology," she smiled a little. She looked over to see if the ever-present Mel was watching, and when she saw he wasn't, she leaned down to him a little and said with a grin, "The chili is the only thing fresh in this diner."

"The chili and a coffee, then," he grinned winsomely.

"Be right up." she said and was gone.

She was beyond exhausted; she could barely keep her eyes open. She put the chili in the bowl, missing the sign that said chili needed to be warmed up; she filled the soda he didn't order, forgot about his coffee, grabbed the cold chili and went towards the table. She went to sit the chili down and it spilled all over his chest. He jumped up and she gasped than dumped the glass of soda down his chest, hoping it would cool it off. Than grabbed a handful of napkins, to dry him off, "I'm sorry." she whispered, close to him. Her innocent actions of trying to dry him off, rubbing him with handfuls of napkins had his cock hard.

Well Mel had seen it all and was actually glad; he was ready to fire the girl already. Who was she to make suggestions on his chili? He was Mel; he was the master of chili and Bar-B-Q. It was her third spill today; he told her one more spill or if she was tardy once more, she was fired.

"Man! Are you alright?" Mel came over, fussing over his customer, than turned and glared at her "Mimi your gone." now she was never one to lie, but she couldn't stop herself, she needed this damn job!

"It was him, he spilled it!" she lied, instantly feeling guilty and a little shamed.

"Me?" Yankees Cap looked at her, "You came out of nowhere attacking me with chili!" he joked.

"You attacked him?! Oh sir, I'm so sorry! Are you burnt?"

"No it wasn't even hot." he tried to help but watched as Mel looked at her and frowned.

"Not hot? Mel is famous for his chili, freshly prepared, fresh from the stove chili; Mel does not sell cool chili! The sign says hot chili! HOT!!!" he pointed to the little neon sign in the window that read 'hot chili'.

So normally she wasn't such a bitch, but today had just been a bad day, hell the whole month had been crappy and her nerves had finally caught up with her.

"No, Mel is known for extreme bouts of diarrhea, bouts of severe reflux and the complete break down of the bowels!"

"Why you little-" Mel fumed as she turned and walked away. "Where are you going? That suit belongs to me."

"I'll send it to you." she snapped.

"You didn't have to fire her, it was an honest mistake." he said, still smiling to himself, the girl had spunk.

"No, that girl is the worst waitress I've ever had, she is difficult, destructive-" he turned away from him as Mel continued to talk, and left the restaurant. He went straight after her.

"Hey, hold on."

"Go away," she snapped,

"Look, I'm sorry." he said not sure why he was apologizing now, but seeing the pretty girl was obviously stressed and his little 'run-in' with her had probably not helped.

"No your not, why should you be, you don't care it's not your job." she spat out, not sure why she was yelling at him, she was just so frustrated!

"You just threw me off when you blamed it on me."

"You think I like lying just to keep a shitty job I don't like?! No I don't!"

"If you hate it so much, why still work there?" he said.

"Because I need a job."

"You need to be happy." She stopped and turned to face him,

"I don't have time for happiness, I have bills to pay." she snapped.

"Here." He went into his pocket and pulled out a fifty and handed it to her. She snatched it, balled it up, and threw it at his chest. Then she started walking away very fast. He shouldn't feel bad, it wasn't his problem, he tried to help but she didn't want it. He watched her storm off, walking hard, those lush hips swaying back and forth just as hard. He took a deep breath; he would just have to pick up some burgers.

With her headphones cranking Erykah Badu as loud as they would go, she danced around her house in a little lemon-colored tank top and short sweat shorts. It was laundry day, so with her limited wardrobe, she had to wash everything she owned, including the clothes on her back. Lyndsy had given her a lot of dresses and skirts but only a few pairs of jeans. She carried her laundry basket down to the basement. It was the only thing she didn't like about the place, the basement was creepy and dark, even with the lamp lit. She rushed down to put the laundry in, working as fast as she could. Mimi ran back up the steps to the door leading to her apartment and froze; it was locked. She cursed, if she had just paid a little more attention, she knew that lock was tricky, the woman had told her at least three times to be careful not to get locked down here. Well she wasn't standing around to wait for anyone. She ran up the other set of stairs leading to the only other way out of the basement, the vacant apartment next door. She prayed it was unlocked. She did a little cheer when it opened; being locked down there for God knows how long not something she was prepared for. The apartment had the exact same layout as hers, just the opposite, so she walked quickly to the door. She tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Shit!" she hissed.

"Hey!" she heard a man's voice. Mimi froze for a second than tried desperately to unlock it as she heard footsteps getting closer. But the damn thing wouldn't budge!

"Look I'm sorry, I locked-" she froze as she turned around.

"You!" she exclaimed, the surprise on seeing Yankees Cap evident.

"No, actually my name is not 'you'." he smiled that devastating smile.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted.

"I rent this apartment. The question is, what are you doing in my apartment?" he held his grin.

"I got locked in the basement." She took a step back and bumped the door with her butt; he was just way to close. That kind of sex appeal was just too much for a 22-year-old virgin. He felt it too, the heat radiating from her body, the familiar flush of her caramel skin. Her body was amazing! Her curves were revealed by the tank top and shorts. He was a sucker for curvy women, he always had been! He knew he could get lost in her curves especially, her full round breasts, that tiny waist, her lush full hips, and that ass- DAMN! He wanted her.

"When did you start renting?"

"The day I almost crashed into you." He took a step closer, but she was as far back as she could go. That's when she looked down realizing he was only in his boxers, his massive chest, his pale skin dusted with black hair that trailed down to his waistband. She turned around quick, fumbling with the lock; she had to get the hell out of here!

"Here, let me help, its tricky." he said, reaching across her, way too close; she could almost feel him touching her, that 1/4 inch gap between them had enough heat to catch both their shorts on fire. He finally got it unlocked and she said, "Thanks," quick before she opened the door forcing her body back hard against his. She could feel him hard against her. He gripped her hips to balance her out of instinct, loving the feel of her body. She could feel the heat from his hands penetrate to her bones and she shivered before she slipped out of the door, than sprinted through the small hall separating their apartments, slamming the door behind as she went into hers. She leaned back against the door, panting, her skin still tingling where his hands had been. She released a deep breath she was not aware she had been holding, promising herself that his moving in would have no effect on her.

'What are you worried about? You don't even know his name,' she told herself firmly.

He shut his door, staring at it with a grin. He was glad he crashed into the yard. He was beginning to like it here.

To be continued....