~*~First Impressions~*~
The sound of glass shattering pierced the serenity of the neighborhood and two people jumped out of their cars ready to do battle.
"DAMNIT! I just bought this car!" she screamed. "Why weren’t you watching where you were going?
"What the fuck do you mean why wasn’t I watching where I was going? You were the one driving like a bat out of hell!" he countered as he examined the damage to his BMW.
She came face to face with him, fury flashing in her coal black eyes. To say that he was blown away was an understatement. Before him stood the most amazing creature he’d ever seen and he had to take his sunglasses off to get a better look. Those coal-black eyes were set above high, sculptured cheekbones and surrounded by raven black hair that hung down her back. And a body…god, what a body!
"What is your problem? Are you deaf too?" she seethed. "I asked if you had a cell phone?"
Brought back to earth, he managed to say, "Uh, yeah, I do."
"Then call the police you idiot!"
He dug in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. As he dialed, he watched the beauty as she leaned against her car to wait. She was wearing a white, cropped tank top that showed off her flat stomach and hipsters that looked at as if they were painted on. There was no sign of a panty line and his mind wandered to what she was wearing under them.
Hanging up, he said, "The police are on their way."
"I hope they won’t be long. I have somewhere to be and I’m already late."
"Can you call them?"
"No, I can’t," she snapped. "I’m not rolling in the dough like you obviously are…a freakin’ BMW, cell phone, and look at the freakin’ jewelry. What are you, a drug dealer or pimp? I KNOW your money wasn’t gotten legally!"
He laughed which only proved to irritate her even further. "I promise, my money was gained legally. Hi, I’m AJ McLean," he smiled thinking that his name would make an impression.
"Is that suppose to mean something?"
"You’ve never heard of the Backstreet Boys?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I’m one of them."
She said scornfully, "Oh just fucking lovely…a pop star who will walk away from this free and clear leaving ME to have to pay the damages! Not to mention the ticket I’ll get!"
As the police pulled up, Alex said, "You aren’t gonna get a ticket and don’t you have insurance?"
She didn’t have a chance to say any more as two police officers joined them, separating them. Driver’s licenses, registrations, and insurance cards were produced and an investigation was conducted.
As AJ stood with his officer, he watched the ‘beauty’. That temper flared again and he knew she was getting a ticket.
"Man, I’d LOVE to be the one to tame that temper."
The officer looked at her and said, "I don’t know if I’m as brave as all that. She’s a real spitfire. This is the third ticket she’s gotten in three months."
"WOW!"
"Yeah, but the judge will take one look at her name and throw it out of court."
"Why’s that?" asked AJ curiously.
"Because of who her grandfather is. You don’t know who she is, do you?"
"No, I don’t."
"That spit-fire is Andrea Dreammaker…her grandfather is Joseph Powell, the chief of the local Seminole tribe."
Without taking his eyes off her, AJ said, "She can make my dreams any time she wants."
The officer chuckled as he handed AJ his driver’s license back. "Good luck."
The officers left and AJ approached her, his cell phone in hand. "Still want to let whoever you were meeting know you’re okay?"
She looked at him warily, "What do you care?"
"You can use my cell," he offered.
"Being nice? What’s the point? I was at fault and I’ll pay to fix your car."
"No need. I’ll take care of it. Here, call…so they won’t worry about you."
Begrudgingly, she took the phone and dialed the number. "What do I push to make this call go through?"
Standing next to her, AJ reached over and pushed the button. He was close, so close. His breath was on her skin, his body touching hers and she felt something, something she didn’t want to feel, something that scared her. There was no way she could be falling for this guy. They’d just met but there was something in his manner, his eyes that had gripped her soul despite her anger.
On the other end, someone picked up and she spoke, not in the angry or
belligerent tone she’d used with him but with a soft, respectful tone.
"Grandfather, I’m sorry. I’m on my way….I had an accident…Yes sir,
I’m fine. I got the job. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I love you
too." Turning the phone off, she handed it back to AJ and said in the same
soft tone, "Thank you. My grandfather was worried."
"You’re welcome, Andrea."
"How did you know my name?" she asked surprised.
"The officer told me. Can I follow you home, to make sure you don’t have any problems?"
"I’ll be okay but thanks." Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a slip of paper. "Here’s my insurance agent. Just give him a call."
AJ refused the slip of paper. "Forget it. I’ll take care of it."
Suddenly feeling awkward, Andrea said, "My friends call me Andi."
"Andi then," grinned AJ. "My friends call me Alex."
"I…uh…I guess I’d better go. My grandfather will worry."
AJ walked her to her car, opening the door for her. "Drive carefully."
