Free Distraction (Finding Me #1) by Jada Crystal Page A

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Chapter 2
A Welcome Distraction
     
     
     
    As much as I tried to prevent this from happening, another man caught my eye. He works at my company and he must’ve been pretty new there because I’d never seen him before. Or maybe it was because my eyes weren’t open in that manner, but now that I had issues with my marriage, I could clearly see that what I had wasn’t what I wanted. There had to be something better out there.
    Anyway, w hen I first saw him, I wasn’t trying to flirt or do anything to draw attention to myself. I simply smiled to be courteous and quickly looked away. I didn’t even open my mouth to speak to him. I smiled and that was that.
    However, I didn’t expect that I’d get stuck on the elevator with the man – just me and him. As the elevator doors closed, I felt a weird sensation fluttering around in my gut – butterflies!
    W here the heck did they come from?
    After nine years with the same man, who knew I still had butterflies hidden somewhere down under in the deep recesses of my stomach, hiding under leftover baby weight from my five-year-old? It surely shocked me, and in addition to the excitement factor, I felt my body temperature rise.
    Was I in a sauna or an elevator?
    The feeling of it all made me realize how much I missed the thrill of being newly in love or crazy in love...whatever they say nowadays. With Corey, I had no butterflies. My body didn’t even have a reaction when he touched me. I felt nothing – like someone had rubbed numbing cream all over me and I couldn’t feel a thing – a far cry from when we first met.
    Way back then, when he was a hundred pounds lighter and used to give a crap about his appearance in his efforts to win me over, a simple touch from him was enough to make me crumble to pieces. Now, um not so much...
    So as I stood there in that elevator, so nervous that I could have a breakdown, the guy backed into the left corner of the elevator. I guess he did it so he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, but truth be told, it didn’t matter where he stood. Even if I was standing behind him, I would’ve been uncomfortable.
    What on earth was happening in this contraption?
    It’s hard for me to explain the chemistry I feel when I’m around him, so here goes – have you ever met someone and felt like you had an instant connection with them, even though you didn’t know them? Even though you probably shouldn’t have any sort of feelings for this person because they’re a complete stranger? Well, that’s the connection I have with this man, and no, I can’t fully explain it.
    W ith a Starbucks tall Mocha Frapp in my hand, I feel his eyes on me, but I’m too shy to look up. My only hope is that this elevator can move little faster because I just might faint.
    “So you had to go and get the r eal thing, huh?” he asks.
    I smile , because for one, his voice is so deep, so intensely strong, I could listen to him talk all day long. And two, I didn’t think he would say a word to me, but I guess he fooled me.
    I respond, “It’s just so hot. I had to go and get a good, cold drink.”
    “Yeah, it is pretty hot to be this late in the Fall. But I’m not going to complain. The cold weather is right around the corner, then we’ll be wishing for some heat.”
    “Yeah, you’re right about that.”
    “I’m Tremaine King by the way,” he said, reaching to shake my hand.
    I transfer my cup from my right hand to my left and reach for his hand. It would be the handshake of the century.
    “Nice to meet you, Tremaine. I’m Kendra  Watts.”
    Sticking to my business sense, I gripped his hand tight, looked him dead in the eyes and that’s when I noticed they were light brown. Amazing , I thought. Well, I was actually thinking more along the lines of tantalizing. Enticing. Magnificent. (And the list could go on).
    B ack to the handshake...it was a long one because we were too busy eyeballing each other to realize that our hands were still connected. I