I couldn’t help laughing, and being the curious type, I had to look. Shifting my eyes away from the screen, I peeked up to see him standing in line. He was wearing an Angel’s baseball cap, a dark grey sweater, and jeans. Nicely built, he was tall with broad shoulders, and an ass anyone would love to squeeze. He was definitely swoon-worthy from the back. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t figure out who.

When he turned to the side and winked at the ladies that were ogling him, my heart did a funny flip and I just about died right then and there. Actually, I wanted to bolt out the door, but he would see me. Oh God! I didn’t want to see Matthew again after our last encounter. That’s when he had told me to wash his sweater after I purposely, though I made it look like an accident, dumped the leftovers on him. Not only that, he had the audacity to ask me out. If he looked a little more to his left, he would see me staring at him, so I shot my eyes down to the screen. Ducking my head as low as I could without making it obvious, I prayed that he wouldn’t see me.

I don’t know why I felt this way when he was around. My heart fluttered and butterflies danced inside my stomach. In all my dating years, I had never been like this in front of a guy. In fact, I made the boys feel like how I’m feeling right now. Damn! I had to break out of it somehow. This feeling was too much for me to handle and I didn’t like it at all.

Hearing the cashier giggle meant only one thing. She was flirting with him or vice versa, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him gone. When I heard his footsteps, I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. I didn’t know what he would say or do, but from what I’d recalled from our last confrontation, he would probably say something egotistical and get me all riled up.

When he passed by, I slowly exhaled the breath I was holding, knowing he would be gone as soon as I felt the cold breeze from the door that was swung open. I couldn’t understand how his mere presence sent blazing heat through every inch of me. Just when my heart had settled down, I saw the chair slide out across from me. How rude!

He or she didn’t even ask if the seat was taken. Great! Playing the same game, I refused to look up and acknowledge the uncouth person. After a few seconds, a sound vibrated through my ear. Now I knew it was a male from the deep sound of him clearing his throat. Thinking he was doing it out of impulse or just simply from the need, I ignored him until he did it again, begging for my attention. This time, he nudged his feet lightly against mine at the same time.

With a huff, I flashed my eyes directly into his and heat infused through me. I couldn’t look away; I think I even drooled a little. As I desperately tried to break away from the spellbinding trance he had over me, I couldn’t move or speak until his deep voice and that sexy grin snapped me out of it…somewhat.

“Hello, Be…caaa.” He dragged the last sound of my name out as if it was the ending of a song. Leaning toward me, he crossed his arms on the table, and checked me out. I wore a form fitted black sweat suit from Victoria's Secret, and my hair was tied in a high ponytail.

Feeling his eyes practically undressing me, and irate that he called me by the wrong name, I spoke out. “I don’t know who you have confused me with, but I’m not Becca. My name is Becky,” I scowled.

“Don’t worry. I remember your name, and I never forget a pretty face. I just like to call you Becca. It’s cute. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Then don’t expect me to answer when you call me by that name.” Did he say I was pretty?

Matthew ignored my last comment, reached over to grab my cup, and took a long whiff. “Hazelnut, such a girly drink.” Then he placed it down and took a sip of his. Watching him made me thirsty, so I took one too. “Becca, what are you doing?” His eyes burned through the computer screen…actually through me.

“None of your business,” I snapped lightly, so he would get the point that I didn’t want to be bothered.

Matthew beamed a mischievous grin that caused all sorts of funny flips in my stomach. He was simply gorgeous. “I made you answer when I called you Becca.”

Grrr! He was right; I did. Knowing he had the upper hand right now, I changed the subject. “Do you mind? I have work to do. Some of us actually have to work.”

He didn’t like that reply. I could tell by his eyebrows narrowing together, pinching in the center. A part of me felt bad. I shouldn’t have said that, but then again, that’s what he got for being an ass—albeit a hot ass.

“You shouldn’t read on the computer screen so much. It’s not good for your eyes.” Matthew leaned back into his chair, spreading his long legs, while his eyes continued to be fixated on me.

Not knowing how to respond, I decided to ignore him, and shifted my eyes back to the screen. I’d hoped he would get the point that I wasn’t in a talking mood. Actually, my nerves were unsteady and I didn’t know what to say, but he kept right on rolling with whatever he thought this was. Matthew, tapping my shoes with his, made me look up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he said, giving me that sly grin.

I pulled my legs back so he couldn’t touch me again. “Why don’t you talk to those ladies behind you instead? I’m sure they have nothing better to do. Go bug them.” I pointed to the table where the group of women sat. Their eyes never left him, and I could tell they were honing in on our conversation. Matthew didn’t even bother to look in the direction I pointed. He didn’t seem interested at all.