Who is that stud?
When Siri Wright, aka Seary, sees a young man talking to her landlord in Alabama, she sizes him up.
He is athletically built, 6' tall plus or minus, 200 pounds maybe. Maybe more.
He looks to be my age.
He has a military-style haircut.
Buzzed on the sides with dark roots, but the top is long, thick, golden blonde hair.
Then their eyes connect, and she knows he is more than just a handsome hunk. This man is loaded with the 'IT' factor.
He turns to look at me as the doors close. Our eyes lock and his gaze ... pierces my core.
My heart stops and my breath catches in my throat.
When the elevator doors touch and the connection is broken, my heart jolts and I gasp.
Sweet Zeus! What just happened?
Riding up, my heart pounds wildly in my chest. I touch it and feel the chaos.
Calm down, Siri! Breathe.
As I stabilize, a smile stretches from ear to ear.
Wow, he is fine, but his eyes. Woo!
When the "Golden God" moves into 9G down the hall, Siri puts her return to Vegas on hold in-def.
My life just changed in the span of an hour.
I sure didn't see this in my stars.
I have to learn more about Mr. Moore.