Breaking The Routine

The next morning David woke up with a yawn. With his eyes still closed he rolled over searching for his wildcat with an arm, he needed to feel her body against his again, but he realized he was in the bed alone. He sat up confused and looked around the room seeing no sign of her. Her clothes were not where he threw them and the night stand didn't have a note.

            He fell back on the bed with a pit in his stomach and an ache in his chest he never felt before. Did she really just leave without say anything? He couldn't believe it. He groaned loudly realizing that he had been played. She was just like the rest, only looking for a bit of fun, a one night stand. That nice girl act was just that, an act. He threw the sheets off of him grumbling as he got up off the bed and into the bathroom.

            He turned on the shower, wondering how he could be so stupid. Once under the steamy water the events of last night passed through his head and he felt his body react to her memory. He scowled demanding to himself to forget about her. At least she gave him a good time, he thought with a nasty smile. He shut off the water wrapping himself in a towel as he heard his phone ring. "What," he barked in answer.

            "Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Mark joked with a laugh.

            "Worse, woke up alone," he replied moodily.

            "Ouch, got played did you?" Marked asked keeping his teasing tone.

            "Yeah something like that, you want something," David snapped not in the mood to be messed with.

            "Wow, she must have been something to get you that bitchy!" Mark continued barley keeping his laughter under control.

            "I am glad you find this whole thing amusing but I am about three seconds from hanging up on your ass," David threatened.

            "I am sorry man; let me treat you to a late breakfast." Mark replied trying to keep the amusement out of his voice but David heard it all the same.

            "As long as we are going someplace good," he said pointedly.

            "Okay how about the little coffee shop off 1st and 3rd," Mark asked and David agreed telling him he would be there soon then snapped the phone shut. He dressed quickly and gave one quick look around the room hoping to see a note that he could have possibly missed but of course didn't see anything.

            Mark sat at the little café with a coffee and cinnamon roll already. He wore a nasty smirk on his face when he saw David arrive. "There is the little broken heart now," Mark teased and David glared at him.

            "Say that again and I am going to make you the little broken nose," he growled and his friend tried to stifle a laugh. "I am not broken hearted anyways, just pissed that she left." He added before he gave the waitress his order moodily ignoring the fact she was practically drooling over the both of them. He was done with women; they weren't worth the trouble that was very clear to him now. "So why are you so interested in my night? Trying to hide the fact you went home alone," David sneered nastily but Mark just looked as smug as ever.

            "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he stated with an arrogant air but David laughed bitterly.

            "Since when are you a gentleman? It's okay, I get it you can't admit you got shot down, I understand," he goaded his friend knowing just how big and sensitive his ego was.

            "I did not get shot down!" Mark snapped now frowning as David wore an expression of disbelief. "I did take her home with me last night," he insisted then his smug expression suddenly returned. "And I even got a good morning kiss too," he finished with a evil smile and David was the one that frowned now realizing he just walked into that one.

decided against it. "Okay, okay, I will leave it be," Mark said finally holding his hands up and David nodded hating to have to beat the crap out of his friend on his last day in town. "I will just say this though," Mark started and David gave

soothed as he took a drink of his coffee. What he felt was incredibly jealous of his best friend. Usually it was David that got the upper hand where women were concerned but today Mark

     Two hours later David stood at the airport with his friend. "Don't have too much fun without me," David told

      "Going to be hard to have fun at all without you man, then again I will be able to get your

him before he left to make his way through the crowded airport towards security. As David arrived at his terminal he noticed they were now boarding so he made his way towards the stewardess. She took his ticket as she roamed his body with her

        How did she get under his skin so fast, David asked himself as he made his seat. He didn't understand it at all; no woman had

he had barley eaten in the whole day the only thing he wanted to do was try to get some sleep. What a god damn day, he thought bitterly. He was quiet sure that today had been the worst day of his life yet and was convinced that it was all that damned woman's fault. As he tried to get some sleep he asked himself once more how could it be possible a woman he only known for a couple of

David woke feeling stiff with his restless sleep. With a sigh of frustration he got up from the bed and prepared for his first day in the small accounting company. Peter's Accounting, if he remembered correctly. They were small but the place showed real promise. His father had said

into his rental car, hoping when he got off of work his own car would arrive. Then of course he would have to meet up with

        When he entered into the tiny parking lot of the building where he now worked David noticed he was a good half hour early. At least something goes as planned, he thought bitterly as he got out of the car. He really wanted

impressive on the outside but he knew better than to trust appearances. Involuntarily Wildcat slipped into his mind

          "Good morning, how my I help you?" A plump elderly woman asked him as

this is Agatha Simpson," the man began then turned to the woman. "Mrs. Simpson any sign of Samantha," he asked and the woman shook her head no. "Blast that girl, I asked of her one thing and does she do it, of course

          "Women" David replied quietly so that Mrs. Simpson couldn't hear, with "what can you do" expression and Mr. Peters laughed patting him on

     "Ah yes the bane of every man," Mr. Peters replied leading him ithrough the small building. He introduced David to the small staff. The blonde, Tabitha Mathews, looked so damn familiar but he couldn't think where he had seen her

looks as if expecting something and he was just about to ask her exactly what she was expecting when Mr. Peters returned and ushered David to his office where he began to discuss the ins and outs of

    Around fifteen minutes passed when Mr. Peters suddenly stopped his explanation on the more important accounts and got up to called someone to his office then returned back to his seat. Shortly after David heard someone else enter in the office. "Good Morning Mr. Peters. I have the morning's duties here for you as well as some documents that you need to look at," he heard a female voice say and David felt his blood still, that voice sounded like her but it couldn't be! He didn't turn around preferring for Mr. Peters to introduce

    "Yes but first I would like you to finally meet David Andrews. David this is my secretary and daughter Samantha Peters," Mr. Peters said sternly and he turn his attention to the woman. It was all he could do to keep his face in a

         "It's nice to meet you Mr. Andrews. We are excited to have you here," she said but he could note a slight shake in her

that was fighting to break out across his face. It looked like his luck was finally starting to change, he thought. He couldn't believe out of all the women, Wildcat happened to live and work right here. He watched her speak with her father

have to tread carefully till he figured out what kind of woman she was and just how close she was with her father. The last thing he needed was for her to run to her

       Unfortunately Mr. Peters kept David busy for the first half of the day and he wasn't able to talk to Wildcat again or go very far in making his plans. But he had progressed far in learning about what type of woman Wildcat or Samantha Peters was. David admitted he was surprised when everyone described

            He wondered bitterly if that was the reason to her trip to New York. To break her little boring routine and he was

how she looked in New York but he still found her incredibly sexy. He scolded himself for thinking such a thing reminding himself that he was done with women and

is about time for lunch. Go get yourself something to eat David," Mr. Peters announced at noon breaking David out of his thoughts. "Be back in the office by one," he added sternly and David wondered if the man ever smiled. "Yes sir," he said

he had been working. He hadn't taken a single step down the hall when to his surprise and delight he was nearly be run over by

her the edges of his mouth curling into a little smile but was inwardly disturbed by how his body reacted to her closeness. He was relieved and disappointed at the same time when she quickly pushed herself away from him looking very flustered. She looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers and sent

she muttered and started to move around him obviously wanting to get far away from him as possible but he refused to let

"Now where you running off so quickly," he asked then grinned wickedly as he added, "again!" He barely could contain his laughter as she turned

lunch," she said with a frail squeaky voice. This was going to be a perfect