stronger persona than the garb he wore.
A piece of me wanted to take him under my wing. The man needed help, and normally I would offer up my services to a guy like him.
But not today, today I was already working. And I was here for one reason...
Kinsley.
She had no clue I was about to show up at her door. But this was all part of my plan, getting to know my client in every aspect of their life. I had to see her in every angle; work, home, family.
It all mattered when it came to helping her find someone that would fit her perfectly. It was also extremely important for me to see her interacting with others, and how she held herself, her confidence, her people skills.
From what her friends had filled me in on, Kinsley was a bit... Awkward. Not my words, theirs. But if she was, I might be able to help her with that too.
So here I was, ready for day one.
I hope she's ready for me.
No one's ever ready for me. When I get involved, I change people's lives.
The hard soles of our shoes echoed in the barren and quiet halls. Following the overly round man, he continued with his tour speech. “We tell all the kids when they get here, to think of this school as a baseball field. My office is home plate, and our kindergarten rooms are set in the outfield.”
Nodding with fake interest, I pretended to jot down notes in my file. What he didn't realize was my file wasn't for his school, it was for Kinsley. My notes on the women— and men — I've helped, were my lifeline. The smallest detail to some, could potentially make the greatest difference in finding what they're looking for.
And I wanted it all.
From their most obscure tick, to their favorite food, their craziest secret. It was all important, far more meaningful than most could ever understand. That's why I was so damn good at what I did, I paid attention to the details.
In the past, I've even gone as far as to take on those who had stuffed their lives into the giant forms you fill out on those online dating sites.
Fucking waste of time, in my opinion.
Computer programs can do a lot of great things, but they're not human. Only a living, breathing, thought-filled person could understand emotions, histories, likes and dislikes. That wasn't something you could cram into an endless list of questions, and leave to the device of a data-simulated connection.
But most of the people I've come across were nothing like Kinsley, I already knew that from the first time I saw her.
She was beautiful, truly beautiful in the most meaningful form of the word.
I didn't expect that.
For the first time ever, I had been completely blown away.
Her eyes glistened with a reflective softness, and when I met her gaze, a shiver of gold lightening raced down my spine. The feel of her skin was as delicate as summer rain on a petal; warm and sweet.
I had to reel myself in, remind myself of why I was there. It was a job, that was it.
I felt it, and forced it away.
But the feeling that raked my spine was dangerous; far too dangerous to indulge.
“Here we are, Mr. Torres.” Holding out his arm, the principal folded his lips in a forced smile. “Ms. Davidson is probably in the middle of art class right now, according to her lesson plan.” Raising a fist, he knocked briefly, and popped the door open.
Both of us stood motionless, eyes trying to read the sight before us. From the look on her face, sheer horror had stiffened her muscles to rigid bark.
What the hell is that?
Is that what I think it is?
Chapter Four
Kinsley
T oday felt like it was going to be a great day. I had a new breath of air that cascaded through my lungs when I woke up this morning, a new skip to my step when I launched myself out the door to work.
The sun was shining, the sky was crystal clear and blue as the ocean. And every inch of my body felt lighter, less heavy and shattered than it had been in an extremely long time.
Nothing was going to bring me down today.
I didn't exactly know where the new found
A piece of me wanted to take him under my wing. The man needed help, and normally I would offer up my services to a guy like him.
But not today, today I was already working. And I was here for one reason...
Kinsley.
She had no clue I was about to show up at her door. But this was all part of my plan, getting to know my client in every aspect of their life. I had to see her in every angle; work, home, family.
It all mattered when it came to helping her find someone that would fit her perfectly. It was also extremely important for me to see her interacting with others, and how she held herself, her confidence, her people skills.
From what her friends had filled me in on, Kinsley was a bit... Awkward. Not my words, theirs. But if she was, I might be able to help her with that too.
So here I was, ready for day one.
I hope she's ready for me.
No one's ever ready for me. When I get involved, I change people's lives.
The hard soles of our shoes echoed in the barren and quiet halls. Following the overly round man, he continued with his tour speech. “We tell all the kids when they get here, to think of this school as a baseball field. My office is home plate, and our kindergarten rooms are set in the outfield.”
Nodding with fake interest, I pretended to jot down notes in my file. What he didn't realize was my file wasn't for his school, it was for Kinsley. My notes on the women— and men — I've helped, were my lifeline. The smallest detail to some, could potentially make the greatest difference in finding what they're looking for.
And I wanted it all.
From their most obscure tick, to their favorite food, their craziest secret. It was all important, far more meaningful than most could ever understand. That's why I was so damn good at what I did, I paid attention to the details.
In the past, I've even gone as far as to take on those who had stuffed their lives into the giant forms you fill out on those online dating sites.
Fucking waste of time, in my opinion.
Computer programs can do a lot of great things, but they're not human. Only a living, breathing, thought-filled person could understand emotions, histories, likes and dislikes. That wasn't something you could cram into an endless list of questions, and leave to the device of a data-simulated connection.
But most of the people I've come across were nothing like Kinsley, I already knew that from the first time I saw her.
She was beautiful, truly beautiful in the most meaningful form of the word.
I didn't expect that.
For the first time ever, I had been completely blown away.
Her eyes glistened with a reflective softness, and when I met her gaze, a shiver of gold lightening raced down my spine. The feel of her skin was as delicate as summer rain on a petal; warm and sweet.
I had to reel myself in, remind myself of why I was there. It was a job, that was it.
I felt it, and forced it away.
But the feeling that raked my spine was dangerous; far too dangerous to indulge.
“Here we are, Mr. Torres.” Holding out his arm, the principal folded his lips in a forced smile. “Ms. Davidson is probably in the middle of art class right now, according to her lesson plan.” Raising a fist, he knocked briefly, and popped the door open.
Both of us stood motionless, eyes trying to read the sight before us. From the look on her face, sheer horror had stiffened her muscles to rigid bark.
What the hell is that?
Is that what I think it is?
Chapter Four
Kinsley
T oday felt like it was going to be a great day. I had a new breath of air that cascaded through my lungs when I woke up this morning, a new skip to my step when I launched myself out the door to work.
The sun was shining, the sky was crystal clear and blue as the ocean. And every inch of my body felt lighter, less heavy and shattered than it had been in an extremely long time.
Nothing was going to bring me down today.
I didn't exactly know where the new found
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