Free Her Perfect Valentine Birthday Surprise by Ana E. Ross

HER PERFECT VALENTINE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
           
       It was my first day as an entry-level accountant at Tanner Enterprises, a computer software company in Boston, Massachusetts.  And I was late.
       “Hold the elevator!” I called as I squeezed through the revolving doors leading from the outside of the building.  Either the blonde man in the elevator didn’t hear me, or he opted to ignore me and push the button, anyway.  I didn’t know the answer to either of those questions, but I knew he looked extremely attractive in his dark tailored suit.
       As I waited for the next elevator, my mind wandered back to the past as it always does when I see a curly-haired blonde man in a suit.
       It was Valentine’s Day, and my twenty-third birthday, six years ago, and I was sitting at the bar in a North End restaurant, dressed to kill, and all alone.  I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and my very best friend was supposed to celebrate with me, but a last minute emergency caused her to cancel.  So there I was, spending Valentine’s Day and my birthday alone, when Mr. Tall Blonde and Painfully Handsome walked in, wearing a suit.
       My mouth dropped open and my heart stopped beating the second I saw him.  I didn’t know if it was love or lust at first sight.  It didn’t matter.  All I knew was that I wanted to know him in the Biblical sense of the word.  
       His eyes cased the room for a few seconds then finally came to settle on me.  He started across the floor.
       As he walked toward me, I imagined his hands stroking my flushed skin as he slowly removed my clothes, his bare arms circling my naked trembling body, his lips brushing mine.  I didn’t even know the man’s name, and I was already in his bed.
       I pivoted around on my stool as he came to a stop beside me.  His eyes were the deepest blue, his mouth sensuously wide, his lips full and kissable.  He looked around thirty-years old, and very experience in knowing what he wanted.
       He flashed me a heated white grin and said in a deep husky voice,  “I’ve been looking for you all night.”
       “Just all night, or all your life?” I jested, offering him my most seductive smile.
       His grin deepened and his eyes glazed with passion.  Without further preamble, he pulled me off my stool, into his arms, and kissed me deeply.   My arms wrapped about his neck, and I held him tightly.  He smelled wonderful, and his breath tasted like champagne.  As his mouth devoured mine, I wondered where he’d been before he walked into the bar, and my life.
       He came up for air and gazed deeply into my wide brown eyes.  “Would you be my Valentine tonight?”
       You don’t even know this man.  You’ll be crazy to leave with him, my head spoke up.   But you’re lonely and he seems okay.  Have a little fun, my heart retorted.  I decided to go with my heart.  “Absolutely,” I managed between my ragged breaths.  “It’s my birthday, too.”
       “Then think of me as your Perfect Valentine Birthday Surprise.  Come with me,” he said, interlacing our fingers.
       In a haze, I picked up my purse and followed the strange sexy man out of the bar, through the restaurant, out the door, and across the parking lot.
       “I’m not protected,” I warned as he helped me into his Mercedes.  Since I hated the thought of putting hormones into my body, I never started the pill.  My ex and I used condoms and a diaphragm.  Since I wasn’t intending to make love tonight, I’d left my protection at home.
       “Don’t worry.  I have it covered.”
       “I bet you do.”
       A feeling of wild excitement and abandonment coursed through my body as we drove off.  I’d never done anything so reckless in my entire life.  I didn’t know where we were going and I really didn’t care.  I just wanted to live in the moment.  Maybe I could blame my reckless behavior on the two Tequilas I’d