Mr. Sexy, Book 1, The Hardcore Series

Sexy - Chapter 18

Leaning against the rail looking out over the parking lot, I finish my beer.

"Brick House" starts to play.

Cat!

I pounce on my phone. "Hey girlie!"

"Hey, baby girl!" The sound of her voice washes over me and makes me homesick for her. "Are you calling with details on the Flyboy?"

"Yeppers."

"I can't wait to hear. But first, how's your mother?"

"She's good as new. As soon as the doctors released her, she and Daddy left for a sailing trip around the Virgin Islands."

"That's great news. Does that mean you are coming back?"

"Yes, but not right away. I want to check out Moore."

"I understand. The heart wants what the heart wants. I have about 15 minutes to spare. Tell me all about this Flyboy named Moore."

"Well, first off, he isn't a Flyboy anymore. I found out he has resigned."

"Whew! That's good. One less thing for the heart to deal with."

"Yep."

"So.... Come on, don't make me ask twenty questions. Spill it!"

I giggle. "Man, Oh, Man, Cat! He is absolutely gorgeous! He is the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. Mr. Sexy."

"Wow! That's really saying something. Better than the boys from Chippendales and the Thunder from Down Under?"

"Well, he stacks up. He literally makes my mouth water looking at him."

She laughs at that. "Give me a reference? Someone I can visualize! Tom Cruise in his flight suit in Top Gun has been floating around in my mind ever since I heard he was a pilot."

"Oh, no, he's better than Cruise. Think Thor, Chris Hemsworth."

"Who?" Cat pauses for emphasis then laughs. "No, I'm only kidding. Damn!"

"I know, right?"

"He has blonde hair then?"

"No. Yes. It is dark dirty blonde with sun streaks that glisten."

"Well, that totally rules out Tom Cruise."

I laugh. "Well, he has a great ass."

"We do love a great ass. How are his eyes and his smile?"

"Perfect!"

"No, what color are his eyes?"

"Emerald green!"

"Damn! That's as rare as your light crystal green ones."

"He takes my breath away."

"No doubt. Do I even need to ask about his smile now?"

"It is perfect too! It lights up his face. You can think of Tom Cruise there. And his eyebrows are dark, almost black too. They match the darker hair underneath."

"Ok, I am thinking Brad Pitt now?"

"Who?" I tease her, pausing then laughing. "Just kidding! No, he's not like Pitt. I will snap a pic as soon as I can and send it to you."

"So, let me get this right, you have found a man with emerald green eyes framed by dark brows, capped with a head of dark, yet sun-streaked hair on a body like Thor's?"

"YES! He is a fucking fine feast!"

"Wow! You better hook up with this guy. I can't wait to meet him now! Send me a pic ASAP." She speaks to someone on her end. "Hang on, Babe, I will be there in ten minutes." Then returns to me. "Sorry about that. We have a new girl coming in to train, and I need to watch her skills. You know the drill. How much is she going to need before we can put her on the floor?"