My phone rang just as I started to open the door and rather than stop to answer it and delay my progress further, I decided to keep going and fish for it at the same time.
And because of that stupid decision, the rest of my day got fucked and not in a good way.
As my hand wrapped around my phone, I rushed into the hallway and crashed into a solid wall standing right in front of it.
"What the fuck?”
The word slipped out of my mouth before it could be stopped and even though I slapped my hand across my lips, it was too late.
My big decision to get a handle on my penchant for cussing while I was here was not off to a good start.
Of course to make things worse, my bag slipped from my shoulders and crashed to the ground, making all of its contents go flying. I also lost my grip on the still ringing phone and with a sudden twist to look down, I lost my balance too.
However, before I could land flat on my face like this kind of an incident required, a strong pair of hands grabbed my arms and caught me before I hit the floor.
They also righted me so that I was staring straight at a broad chest covered by a workout top that left little to the imagination.
Scratch that. My imagination had plenty of room to interpret those muscles and the glisten of sweat covering them.
My gaze had just traveled to his bulging biceps covered by taut tanned skin when he cleared his throat, catching my attention.
"Crap." I winced.
Okay that was at least better than fuck, but I still had a long way to go.
My gaze shot upward and I wished to holy hell it didn't.
Because oh my God I had just come face to face with Vincent Cabrini for the first time since I'd walked out on him in Italy, salacious pictures of us in hand.
"In a hurry, beautiful?"
"What are you doing here?" I hated the high-pitched sound of my voice just then, but it couldn't be helped. As much as I knew my seeing him again was inevitable, I'd had no time to prepare myself for it.
As if I'd ever be prepared for this.
"I'm preparing for my next fight," he said, a definite smirk quirking at his lips.
I sighed, frustrated that he misunderstood.
"I know that. I mean what are you doing here? Right this minute. At my door."
