Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,9

"You're eyes are blue. Light blue with a hint of green, but you look Hispanic." Perhaps my comment sounded prejudice, yet I was anything but. It was just after sneaking a peak at him naked, I had envisioned him with dark intense eyes; eyes that I wanted to roam my body naked. I had to get these sultry thoughts out of my head as we were standing in a very enclosed space.

An awkward smile crept across his face as the door began to close behind us. He hit the button for the basement as I just stared into his eyes. I could easily get lost in them. Everything about him said Latin bad boy yet his eyes, they were so soft and colorful. Then he said something, and I shook my head back and forth quickly to clear the daydream I was in. I looked down at my laundry basket in his hand, perched on his hip. He is strong. His muscles rippled from the sleeve of his tee shirt. I cleared my throat as I looked back up into his eyes and spoke like a frog was in my throat. "Come again?"

"My mother. She's Brazilian heritage. My father is part Hispanic part Swedish. I guess you thought otherwise." As he said it, a seductive smile spread across his face, and I felt a nervous reaction coming forward.

I laughed and touched his arm that was holding my basket. I felt his skin under my hand and a tingle in my tummy. I was in big trouble. So I did what any sensible woman would do at a time like this. I babbled. All the way to the basement in the slowest moving elevator ever invented.

"No. I mean. I didn't know what you were. Or should I say who you are. Were. Whatever. I just caught a quick peek of you undressing before you showered, and I guessed Hispanic. I also guessed your eye color to be brown or black. Either one. Either one is ok I guess. Although your eyes are spectacular in color. They're not blue. They're not green or blue green. They are like their own special color. Intriguing. Sexy. So any ways. I saw you. Undressing that is. Oh God. That sounds terrible. Like I'm a peeping-tom. But I'm not." I let my hand touch his arm again. It was irresistibly drawn to him or touching him at least. I felt I was being pulled in like some magnetic force, uncontrollable force that I was not in any shape to reckon with, so I let my hand linger while I laughed with a giggle, and then I did what I did best while he stared at me with the sexiest of smiles. I babbled on.

"So. No. See. The apartment across the alley. Directly across mine. That would be yours now. It has been empty for a while, and then I noticed a light the other day. Then I got busy getting ready for my family birthday party, and well, I don't know if you saw anything unusual at my place last night but let's just say the party did not go well."

The elevator door opened, and he motioned for me to go first as he made a statement quite clearly and with a sense of pride. "I have my mother's eyes."

I stepped out and headed down the hallway to the old and dingy laundry room. However, it had three brand new state of the art washers in it, so I was not one to complain. When I stepped aside to turn and look at my new neighbor, I thought for a second his eyes had been trained on my ass. That's a good sign. A good one indeed.

Rein it in Amber. I mentally hollered at myself. However, a bit of it might have muttered out of my mouth. My sexy new neighbor looked at me with his head cocked sideways and a soft 'what' exited his lips that were so kissable I wanted to devour them right there.

"Oh. Nothing. I was thinking. Did I say something?" I questioned as I watched him set my laundry basket on the long folding table in the laundry room. I was mesmerized by his muscles, his skin, which had this mocha latte color, I wanted to drink every last drop of; his height was a few inches taller than me, and his demeanor had a sexual flirtatiousness to it that made me want to do something, anything flirtatious or sexual to