The Love Trap

The week drags by is interminably for Samantha...seriously, how much harder can her life get? She’s basically freaked out the day Blake caught her ogling his penis and now she is trying to deal with the proximity of living so close to her sexual harassment victim.

Also she has no matching socks!

“Harry!” Samantha screams, searching for her cat’s hiding spot while she hobbles around the house half dressed.

“One day I will find your lair,” she threatens the large orange tabby, who of course appears completely uninterested.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, Samantha pulls on one polka dot sock then another in hot pink, both very loud and luckily hidden by her long black boots. Sliding on her usual work skirt, Samantha collects her keys and sneaks out of the front of the house. She is almost to her car when a deep, sexy voice stops her in her tracks.

“Good morning,” Blake says, his eyes lighting up when he sees her.

“Oh hello,” Samantha replies, glancing down as she tries to unlock her stupid car. Why the hell hasn’t she upgraded to one with keyless entry?

“Busy day?” He asks, moving closer.

“No, I mean yes,” Samantha stammers, grimacing as she gives up trying to break into her car and slowly turns to face him.

“You don’t sound too sure,” he replies, now standing directly in front of her. He is so close that Samantha can feel the heat from his large body, her own melting in response.

The man is looking hotter than ever with his business shirt stretched tightly across his chest and the arms rolled up to show off his bulging muscles. Samantha wants to scream, her porno brain now conjuring up images of her him pressing her against the car door, his strong hands lifting up her skirt while he drops to his knees and...

“Jesus loves me,” she blurts out, mentally singing the church song as loud as she can to drown out her sexy thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Jesus loves what?” Blake asks, his expression morphing into one of consternation.

“I mean, I have to go to work,” Samantha replies, turning hurriedly to stick her key into the door while she tries to get her fucking car to open, fuck my life.

“You know, I think you’re pretty amazing,” Blake murmurs into her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck, making her whole body shiver.

“Huh?” Samantha asks, as eloquent as ever. What the fuck is happening now? Turning back to face Blake she swallows hard, her throat bobbing while she stares at his beautiful face.

The man is so close to her now that their bodies are almost touching. Jesus loves me, oh oh yes he does... her brain screams out in sing-song as she frantically attempts to drown out even more pornographic images from surfacing.

“I think you and I should get to know each other better,” Blake says, oblivious to Samantha’s level of one thousand crazy. She tilts her head, admitting to herself that she is even more mentally unstable than usual.

“I’d really like that,” she answers, her mouth working well before her brain is aware that she has spoken.

“Good, then I’ll pick you up for dinner, say around eight?”

Samantha can only nod, her whole body trembling as Blake lifts her hand to press a lingering kiss to the backs of her fingers.

“I’ll look forward to it,” he murmurs, before dropping her hand and walking away.

Samantha sags against her car door, wondering how she will survive a whole evening alone in Blake’s company.

Stay tuned for the next Episode in The Love Trap... Episode 3 - The Dating Disaster