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    “Thank you.  And thank you again for bringing my groceries in.  That was very kind of you.  I’m sure your Grams would be very proud.  I’ll write those directions for you in one minute.  I just need to get this frozen stuff put away.  Un… unless you’re in a hurry?  I’m sorry, I should have asked that.”
    “No, no hurry.  Take your time.  My name is Tucker, by the way.”  I’m shocked she hadn’t known.  Not that everyone knows who I am, but typically people her age do.
    “I know who you are, Mr. Stavros.  My name is Adriana,” she says reaching her hand out to me.  I reach my hand out to her and swear I feel a little jolt when we shake. It must have been static electricity.  So, she does know who I am.  Playing it cool I see.
    “You can call me Tucker.  No Mr. Stavros necessary.  I didn’t think you knew who I was.  People are normally much more animated when they realize who I am.”
    A light giggle leaves her lips and almost drops me to the floor.  “I bet they are.  My mom always taught us that famous people are no different than we are.  You’re just in the papers.  Besides, you aren’t the first famous person I’ve met.”
    I don’t get a chance to respond.  At that moment my stomach chooses to give a loud rumble of protest to the lack of food from the morning.  Adriana tries to cover her laugh with her hand.  “Are you hungry?” she asks around a snort.  Yes, she snorts and it’s sexy as hell.  Why am I reacting to her this way?  Normally I would find that annoying.  With her, I want to sit her on her counter and bury myself balls deep.  The thought has my lower brain waking up. Not good.
    “Don’t worry about it.  I can get something on the road.”
    “Don’t be silly, Tucker.  I haven’t had breakfast yet, either.  I have a big cookout to get ready for and wanted to miss the grocery store crowds so I set out before eating.  Give me thirty minutes and I can have a breakfast ready that should satisfy even the monster calling out from your stomach.”  She laughs and snorts again.  I try to protest and she puts her hand up at me.  “It’s the least I can do for you bringing in all those groceries.  Scrambled eggs okay?”  I nod my head yes.  At this point, I would eat anything that isn’t fast food and my damned stomach is talking so loud she’s laughing and snorting at me again.  I can’t help but smile and laugh with her.
    Adriana quickly finishes putting away the frozen and cold groceries.  It takes everything in me to keep from getting hard watching her bend over.  Her ass truly is perfect and I have to shove my hands in my pockets repeatedly to keep from reaching out to touch it to see if it’s as firm as it looks.  Each time she bends over her hair falls over her like a veil, hiding her face.  I can’t place the color.  It’s amazing.  I’m guessing she spends a lot of time at the salon to get it just so.  I know it’s some form of blonde, but there’s a red tint to it.  I’m intrigued by it, but too much of a guy to ask about it.  I want to wrap by hands in it and bring her to me– bring her face to my face and kiss her stupid because she’s had me feeling stupid since I first saw her.  I still feel stupid watching her bounce from area to area in the kitchen preparing breakfast.  She moves like lightning.  This is definitely her space.  Before I know what’s going on, she’s cooking home fries with cut up onions and green peppers, scrambled eggs, preparing toast, and asking me if I like coffee.  When I respond yes she goes on telling me that she’s a tea drinker herself.  Just like that, she’s a tornado.  When she’s done I also have fresh squeezed orange juice as well as some fresh fruit to go with my food.  She must have known I have a big appetite because she makes me a huge plate.  And I’ve done nothing but watch her, envisioning the naughty things I want to do to her.
    “I hope this is