Carrie James - 33 (Alvin "AJ" Davison - 34)
It was just not a good morning for Carrie. She knew cooking skill were not her forte but she assumed that sticking a toaster pastry in the oven wouldn’t take too much effort.
Apparently, Carrie James was wrong on that. Learning to cook (burn) something other than toaster pastries would be so helpful right now. She could imagine could imagine it now…
He would come over and be friendly, ready to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
He would of course get into something more comfortable. Cooking and comfort should go hand in hand.
Feeling completely at home in her kitchen, he would go into her fridge and pull out the ingredients for her favorite breakfast.
After he finished putting together the ingredients, he would call her over for the stovetop portion of her cooking lesson.
When the food preparation would be finished, he would serve her favorite breakfast, cheese omelets with some mushrooms and peppers. She would watch him intently as he walked in his bare feet walk across the linoleum tile with the serving platter, gently placing her omelet in front of her with a smile. She would look up at him and smile, admiring his beautiful brown eyes and red hair and hands wonderful hands as his fingers curled around hers.
“You better enjoy your breakfast,” he would murmur. “Cause the only way you’d get me to make you a meal is in your dreams.”
Carrie snapped out of her dreamlike state and looked down at her toaster pastry in disgust. Carrie carried the offensive plate to the garbage. "Who am I kidding? All I really want to have is an omelet.”
At the Surface Shop...
Business was slow in the early afternoon. No one really felt the need to buy a desk or dinner table at 1:30 in the afternoon. Carrie leaned back on the counter with the cash register, looking at the people walking by; some on their way out for coffee, some heading to the salon, some heading to the wedding dress shop nearby.
Carrie sighed. She knew one of the reasons customers were not in the store was because of her attitude. It didn’t take much convincing for her to realize that one of the only reasons she had customers was due to no one else selling her products.
«What would I give for some entertainment»
He was in his ugly burgandy and white sweater and jeans. She was powerless to stop him as he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She admired his physical strength. She was far from a small woman. And yet in his hands, she seemed as a light as a feather. He spread her thighs and stood between them. One hand gently touched her cheeks as he pulled her head towards his. Carrie’s lips parted and her eyes slowly closed.
Carrie’s day dream was rudely interrupted by the man starring in her fantasies; except the real thing was far too argumentative and talked entirely too much.
“Why are you here?” she asked angrily, knowing she was blushing and cursing her pale skin. The look he gave her was heated and that grin irritated beyond belief.
“What kind of crack-pot style of customer service is that?” He propped himself on the counter from her fantasy. Carrie scowled at him.
“Are you actually here to purchase something? No? I didn’t think so. Besides, how many desks and dinner tables does one person really need.” Carrie started to feel some of her nervousness going away. She could argue with him any day of the week, for hours on end. She suspected he enjoyed their almost daily tête-à-têtes. She took a bold step forward, invading his personal space. “Why are you here?” She didn’t know where the huskiness in her voice came from. She stared up at him, arms crossed across her chest, eyes blazing in defiance. “Why do you feel the need to invade my personal workspace on an almost daily basis?”
She saw his gaze drop to her lips as she licked them nervously. His lips looked like they were getting closer. Her heartbeat was erratic.
The bell over the door jingled and out of the corner of her eye, Carrie saw two customers come in. She backed away and then around him, putting on a smile.
“How may I help you?” she asked brightly as she could manage.
- "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" is a song originally done by Nina Simone. I love that version but I love the version by John Legend just a little bit more
- This update did not go the way I intended. I had everything written out. I loved what I had written out and then Carrie and AJ went and did their own thing and I had to rewrite. Here's the original copy of what I had, based on a prompt from Valley Sims: Angry Avoidance
- ACR is so much fun and so full of surprises. I teleported AJ for his scene and the first thing he did was hit on Carrie. She flirted back and then they were making out. After I finished the scene, they were straight to her bedroom for a scene of their own but they still don't roll any wants for each other.