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“I’m coming,” I yelled as I tripped over a box while trying to run to the front door. I pulled the door open and found myself staring into a pair of hazel eyes. Damn, I thought to myself. The cable guy is kind of fine.
“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Shanice Cannon?” hazel eyes asked.
“Y-yes,” I said once I was able to speak. I glanced at his name badge. His name was Eddie and he was with the satellite television company. My husband, Quinton, and I had just moved into town two weeks earlier, and being the t.v. junkie that I was, the very first thing I did was call the company so I could have my television service.
Quinton was an emergency room doctor and he often worked long and late hours, leaving me at home to entertain myself. We didn’t have any children yet, although we had been trying to have one. I had my own business as a photographer, but when I wasn’t taking family, baby, and wedding photos, I was often home…alone…with nothing but the television to keep me company.
“I’m Edward Harris, but mostly everyone calls me Eddie. I’m here to install your satellite dishes and connect your service.” He looked down at the clipboard he was carrying. “It says here that you’ll be getting two receivers- one in the living room and one in the bedroom?”
I shook my head. “Umm, yes; that’s correct.”
“Perfect. I’ll do what I need to do outside first, then I’ll come inside and work my magic. That cool?”
My eyes did a quick scan up and down Eddie’s body. I’ll bet you can work some magic. I tried, unsuccessfully, not to notice the bulging biceps peeking from underneath his short sleeved uniform shirt. With his smooth, dark chocolate skin, low cut faded haircut, and goatee, Eddie had all the right ingredients to make any woman suddenly melt quicker than a cube of ice on the sidewalk in the middle of August. Even though it was a cool March morning, a surge of heat suddenly snaked through my body and came to a rest between my thighs.
“That’s fine,” I said. I watched him turn and walk to his van to gather his work equipment. Even in the uniform slacks he was wearing, I could tell that Eddie had a nice, round ass. I mentally tapped myself on the hand and chastised myself for lusting after that man. Lord forgive me, for the sinful thoughts I’m having, I silently prayed as I closed the door.
While Eddie was outside, I went into the living room and began unpacking some of the boxes. I never realized I had so much stuff until it came time to move it. I removed some of my Swarovski crystal figurines from the pieces of newspaper I’d wrapped them in to protect them during the move, and began strategically placing them in the black corner curio cabinet. Quinton had given me a crystal ballerina when we’d first started dating over six years ago, and I have been collecting them ever since.
I had just placed a few figurines in the curio, when the doorbell rang. I ran over to the door and peeked through the peephole. Seeing that it was my fine ass cable guy, I held the door open for him as he carried his equipment in the living room.
“Nice place,” he said looking around.
“Thanks. Maybe it will be once I get everything unpacked.”
I went back to unpacking and tried to distract myself from watching Eddie’s ass and arm muscles as he began his work over by the entertainment system. After I finished carefully arranging the figurines inside the curio cabinet, I set up a ladder and grabbed a hammer so I could hang a round, Herringbone framed mirror over the fireplace mantel. I climbed onto the very top of the ladder and pondered exactly where I wanted it, then marked the spot with a pencil. I had leaned the mirror against the wall and once I knew where I wanted to hang the it, I reached down for the hammer and nails, but noticed the nails were still on the floor. I groaned inwardly, as I realized I would have to climb back down to retrieve them.
Maybe it was a sense of déjà vu from when I fell off of a ladder when I was in art class in the eighth grade in front of everybody-a fall which not only embarrassed the hell out of me, but also resulted in me going to the emergency room with a fractured wrist and a nasty bruise on my forehead from when I hit the floor, or it could have been the fact that I had been having really bad headaches and dizzy spells lately, but whatever the reason, I became light-headed. Before I could steady myself on the top rung of the ladder, I felt myself falling backwards. I squeezed my eyes shut tight in anticipation of hitting the floor, but a pair of strong arms broke my fall before my body slammed into the hard floor.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Eddie asked as he cradled me in his arms, a look of concern on his face.
I was dizzy, but not from the headache. Whatever cologne Eddie was wearing was intoxicating and made me even more lightheaded than I already had been a minute earlier. “Uh…y-yes; I’m okay. I’ve been having dizzy spells lately and I just lost my balance.”
“It’s a good thing I was here to protect you; that fall would have knocked you out cold and given you a concussion for sure.”
Eddie’s face was inches away from mine. Both of us were breathing hard, although I was sure it was for different reasons. “Yep, it’s a good thing you were here; but I’m fine now.”
“Yes, you are,” Eddie said staring into my eyes.
“So…you can put me down now.”
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Eddie said setting me down. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked as I stumbled forward a little. He grabbed my shoulders to steady me, as if he was worried that I might fall again.
“Really, I’m fine.”
“Here, why don’t I hang that mirror for you before you break it.”
Eddie climbed the ladder and I handed him the nails. He found the pencil mark I had made, indicating the spot where I wanted it, then he took the nail from me and hung the mirror.
“Thank you,” I said as I stood back and admired his handiwork.
“No problem. So, I’ve got the receiver hooked up in here; if you’ll show me to your bedroom, I can get started in there.”
“Cool. Follow me.”
I followed Shanice up the staircase. She was a petite little thing, probably no taller than 5’2, but she had curves in all the right places. I watched her ass as she climbed the stairs. I wonder is it’s as soft as it looks.
“It’s right in there,” Shanice said turning around suddenly.
I had been staring at her butt so hard, I walked right into her when she suddenly stopped and turned around. “Oh, sorry. I-I uh…guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
When Shanice smiled at me, I noticed the deep dimples she had in her cheeks. Damn, she’s fine, I thought to myself. Her husband should consider himself one lucky man to get to cuddle up with her fine ass every night.
Shanice unpacked a few boxes while I worked on hooking up the high definition receiver. Regardless of how professional I am, none of my female customers trusted me enough to leave a strange man alone in their bedrooms, and Shanice was no exception. She busied herself with hanging some wall art, while I did my job, or at least I tried to. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her.
“So, what’s Mr. Cannon do?” I asked, making small talk. The silence in the room, as well as the obvious mutual attraction between us, was kind of awkward.
“He’s a doctor at St. Marks Hospital,” she said, looking over her shoulder for a minute.
“Really? Small world; my wife works there too, as an admitting clerk. I wonder if they know each other?”
If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Shanice looked a little upset upon hearing me say I had a wife. I read people well, especially women. The eyes never lied, and she was definitely feeling me. Rather than answer my question, she shrugged her shoulders and went back to hanging pictures on the wall.
“Wow…a doctor, huh?” I said after Shanice ignored my question. “That must be nice.” I looked up at Shanice, who was leaned over removing some items from a box. I admired her perfectly ass. She had an onion booty for sure, and in the tribal print leggings she was wearing, it was real noticeable. She was in the perfect position for me to walk up behind her, pull those leggings down, and slide my dick in between her plump cheeks. You have got to chill your horny ass out, Ed. She’s married and so are you.
“Sometimes. It gets kind of lonely, though,” Shanice said suddenly, snapping me out of my lustful daydream. “Quinton mainly works the emergency room, so he’s gone most of the time. Sometimes, I think he prefers it that way.”
I shook my head in disagreement. “I’m sure you’re imagining things,” I told her. “As sexy as you are, no man in his right mind would want to be away from you for too long.”
Shanice blushed and bit her lower lip nervously. I could tell it had been a long time since a man had given her a compliment. “Thank you.”
We stared at each other for a few intense seconds. She licked her lips nervously again, then looked away. Yeah, she wants me. She couldn’t even look me in the face, for fear that I’d be able to read her mind and know what she was thinking. And no, I’m not cocky or arrogant…well, maybe a little; but this has nothing to do with arrogance, and everything to do with body language.
Watching Shanice flick her tongue across her bottom lip caused the bulge between my legs to swell as the rapid flow of blood shot from the head on my shoulders to the head of my dick, causing me to get a stiff erection. Because several weeks had gone by since I’d had sex with my wife, Jessica, I knew that at least part of the reason why I’d been immediately attracted to Shanice was due to the fact that I was horny as hell.
Jessica worked long hours at the hospital, and I tried to take that into consideration. But lately she never seemed interested in having much to do with me, sexually or otherwise when she was home. Our wedding was only a little over a year ago, and I had hoped that maybe once all the wedding hoopla was over and done with, we could finally rekindle our old flame as we settled into marriage. However, we seemed to be growing further apart, rather than closer as man and wife, and my patience was wearing thin.
“Well, I guess I’m done here,” I said about fifteen minutes later. “You can watch all the high definition television you want now. Do you need me to show you show you all the features on the remote, or you think you can manage?”
“I think I can manage,” she said.
I tried to focus on her face, but her erect nipples pushing through the white t-shirt she was wearing had my full attention at the moment. Before I did something stupid, I removed a business card from my shirt pocket and walked over to hand it to her. My erection was getting bigger, and I didn’t want her to notice it. “Okay well, if you start having any problems with the receivers or just questions in general, feel free to call me on my direct line.”
Shanice took the card from my hand and glanced at it. “I’ll do that,” she said. I followed behind her when she turned and left the room. When we made it to the front door, she held it open for me as I grabbed the rest of my equipment from the living room floor.
“Oh, no more climbing up on ladders,” I told her before I walked outside.
She smiled shyly and nodded her head in agreement. “No more climbing ladders.”
I walked to my truck and got inside, but I didn’t leave right away. Part of me wanted to go back inside and give her exactly what I know she wanted. I saw how she was looking at me. Had I made a move, she wouldn’t have stopped me. The old me would have done just that, but since I was married and a one-woman man now, I simply started my van, and drove off, before I did something I’d regret later.