This man, wow, this man was all man. Kresley had seen some gorgeous men in her life. Many of them were either grooms getting married or their groomsmen in the wedding party. Plus, the good-looking single guys that were scattered around Mercy Springs. But none of those men had caught Kres’ eye before nor made her want to fluff up her hair, pinch her cheeks for color and wet her lips in the hopes of receiving a lush and long kiss from such an Adonis. Kresley’s eyes traveled up his thick neck, watching him swallow harshly, past his chiseled chin and jaw that was covered in a heavy 5 o’clock shadow, and up his straight, broad nose to a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Eyes so blue and clear that they made her think of her favorite gemstone, a blue topaz. Kresley was then caught in his gaze and found herself held hostage there.
Whoo-hoo! And her panties were on the move. Sliding down just a little further. She could feel them begin to bunch around the tops of her thighs. Not the best feeling in the world, but certainly not the worst either. She could see amusement lurking in the gorgeous man’s eyes and groaned inwardly as she realized that he had been watching her check him out, having an internal conversation about her falling panties. Kresley silently giggled to herself. She’s losing her mind. She could understand his amusement, but she also saw interest there as well, along with some simmering heat and sexual awareness as she stared back at him. Kresley wondered if it would be too telling to start fanning herself with her hands to try to cool her inner sex kitten down, but calmed herself and told her inner goofball to keep it cool and not to show interest in this hunk of steel.
Kresley could hear Ms. Mae talking to her and tried to refocus her attention on the words that were coming out of the older woman’s mouth. “I’m sorry Ms. Mae, what did you say again?”, Kresley asked as she tried to gather what brains hadn’t turned to mush from all of this man’s hotness and the fact that her panties had slid even further down.
“I said I’d like you to meet my nephew Cade Grantham. He just moved here to Mercy Springs and is now a detective with the MSPD. I wanted to make sure he was introduced to one of the beautiful Anderson girls before this day was done and you were the first that I saw. Lucky you, right? Cade, this beautiful woman is Kresley Anderson, the wedding event planner of Georgia”, Ms. Mae gleefully said as she looked between Kresley and Cade.
“Hey there Kresley. It’s nice to meet you in person. I’ve already been told how beautiful and smart you and your sisters are, but to see it in person is even better”, Cade warmly stated.
Kresley could hear and see Cade’s beautiful mouth saying such nice things as her panties crept down her butt cheeks some more. His deep, gravelly voice shook her insides and made things that Kresley thought were dormant within suddenly come alive. She glanced down and saw Cade’s hand extended out towards her. Such long masculine fingers. Broad hands, clean and blunt nails. All pluses to Kresley. And being attached to those massive forearms and biceps were only making her shake internally with something she couldn’t name. Kresley reached her hand out to grasp his and when his fingers gently wrapped themselves around hers, an electrical charge could be felt by her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Kresley was so taken by surprise that she let out a small gasp and abruptly pulled her hand away. She took a small step back to distance herself from these unknown feelings, but clumsy Kresley, as her sisters liked to call her, showed up in a mighty way. She blamed her clumsiness on her panties inching down further on her butt and not on Cade’s handshake. Oh, and Cade’s handshake did NOT make her panties slide down further.
Kresley heard the words “hey, watch out” and “oh my” from her two observers, but it was too late. Kresley didn’t pay much attention to her immediate surroundings as much as she should. So, when she stopped to talk to Ms. Mae and then was struck mute by her hunky nephew, Kresley didn’t see that she was on the edge of the curb still. It had rained the night before, and puddles of water mixed with dirt and gravel sat on the sides of the streets, having not drained away during the night. Her foot teetered off the edge of the curb and caused Kresley to stumble backwards, falling down and landing her denim covered rear in a puddle of water and mud.
She could only sit there in mortification for a few moments, thinking that her day couldn’t get any worse than it was now. She didn’t dare look up at Ms. Mae or her nephew and instead began taking mental notes on how her body was doing since the fall. She heard Ms. Grantham’s gasp and an audible curse from her nephew at first, then that same deep male voice began a sultry, low bellied laugh somewhere above her. Well damn, that stings. Mrs. Grantham joined in softly and before she knew it, Kresley was laughing, too, but not because it was funny. It was just the polite thing to do when someone was making fun of her, right? But Kresley was more than just clumsy. Her hair
