Bad Rmance For The Heck Of It

I would have had a few more days with the dog I had found loose on the street. Heaving a sigh, I was off the couch and opening the door before this man I had never met before could knock.

“Paul?” I ask before the look of surprise could fade from his face. And what a face, too. Strong jaw under a well groomed red beard that was just starting to show grey. Full red lips, high cheek bones, sparkling hazel eyes, and pale skin dusted with freckles.

“You are literally a life saver,” Paul said as he squatted down to lavish attention on the fluffy white charmer that I had started dreaming of adopting.

“I’m glad I saw her when I did. And that I saw your posters.” I took the opportunity to admire Paul’s broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs; all of which were seriously straining at the material of his scrubs.

Paul looked up at me with a crooked grin and said, “how can I repay you?”

Seeing him at that angle, almost on his knees looking up into my face, caused a wave of desire to walk over me. “No repayment necessary. Though if you need a dog walker, I work from home” I say, trying to push aside my reaction to the ginger vision in front of me. Paul stood up, giving me the opportunity to appreciate how his scrubs bulged in other places.

an artifact that could finally help her capture the attention of Dr. Roberts. The thought of her formidable colleague set Dr. Johnson’s stomach fluttering.

Dr. Roberts was one of those people who could command a room as naturally as they breathed, and Dr. Johnson could not quite stifle thoughts of what kind of reaction such a powerful orator could elicit if they turned their considerable talents to more intimate matters. Dr. Johnson’s skin prickled, and she could feel the sweat trickling down the small of her back as she let her imagination take her down entirely unprofessional paths.

Dr. Johnson had been besotted with Dr. Roberts since she first saw them striding on to the dig site; their voluptuous figure somehow managing to make the practical clothes their work required look stylish. From that moment, Dr. Johnson was unable to keep her gaze from Dr. Roberts for long. She would fantasize about how she could meticulously excavate the secrets from Dr. Roberts’ full curves and draw forth the passion they had so far only reserved for their profession.

bench in the park, barely registering the evening joggers and dog walkers as they passed me by. As if one upheaval wasn’t enough, I had two to deal with. First I get laid off, and with job prospects being what they are I’d run through my savings and was facing selling my house. Now this family crisis was forcing me to move half way across the country to my childhood home.

Sitting and sulking was not going to change things, and my mood was just going to sour my memories of my favourite park. Collecting my worries and dreading the packing in my future I stood up and moved in to the path.

“Watch out!” shouted a low baritone right before I found myself on my back with a hot sweaty weight holding me down. Looking at my tackler, I felt the breath knocked out of my lungs and the blood rush to my cheeks and somewhere more mortifying. His eyes were a deep brown, complimenting his caramel skin. A mop of black hair and short well-trimmed beard framed his solid features perfectly.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” we say in unison. He chuckles and catches my gaze before saying, “It figures; I get knocked off my feet by Prince Charming the day before I have to go back to Ottawa.”

Stunned, I let him help me to my feet. I appreciate the view as I stand, letting my eyes linger on his solid furry legs, tight shorts, and barrel chest. Finding my voice I ask, “Seven o’clock event flight?”