Just an Ashley Love story

Today was just another average day. Going about my usual routine, getting things set up and prepped for the next big horse show. Always seems like no matter what I do in advance, its never enough and I'm always doing ALOT of last minute things just to get be ready. I can almost picture myself as a chicken without a head because its days like this, that's what I feel like, but like I said before its my usual routine.

Before I get into any more detail about my "average" day, I guess I Should tell you about me. I'm a 29 year old woman who looks nothing of her age. If it says anything, I still get carded while buying beer, and have been turned away from the clubs because they thought my I.D. was fake?!? No Joke.

My daily routines keep me in pretty good shape, and somehow, kept me looking young. I own a pretty prestigious riding stable, H.C. Stables. I train the horses and teach lessons. Most of my students work their way up to Grand Prix shows. This is my pride and Joy. I also build choppers and custom muscle cars, dubbed H.C. Choppers and Customs (my friend call it H quad C) and for those of you wondering, H.C. stands for Hick Chick!

I'm about 5'9" , lean but not thin. I'm one solid piece of muscle, but with an hourglass figure. Long pin straight raven black hair, very fine facial features and some assets Ive been "blessed" with, I'd say cursed is more like it. I've been talked into doing photo shoots and have been told I'd be an amazing model if I would stop working so hard and tone down a bit. I always said no thanks. I like my line of work. I've never been the girly type, I like getting dirty. Its never gotten me in with men the way I'd like but I dont get along with women, so be it. Oh and my name is Christine, but everyone calls me Jersey. Being thats where I was Born, bred and raised. And trust me, here in L.A., my Jersey bitch attitude stands out.

So getting back to my day. I was running in and out of some feed stores, food shopping, doing many things. Wearing myself thin, I decided to stop for coffee, and wound up looking for a starbucks. L.A. has PLENTY of cafe's and coffee shops but I prefer something I know, I dont like to find out my coffee isn't strong enough or its some weird flavor I've never heard of.
I wound up getting into one of the L.A. "Downtown" districts, as I like to call them. You know the ones where every corner has a designer name store. Yeah, also not my cup of tea. I finally found a starbucks and parked my big old ford truck in one of their too small parking spaces and got myself inside. Order myself a Vente french vanilla coffee, had a sip, and headed back through the doors of the store, to my truck.

So are you bored yet??? No worries, I was too, its my life, i'm used to it. But just about here is where my life turned completely upside down.

As I was walking through the doors, I was looking at my phone for my "honey do it your damn self" list and was not paying attention to where I was going (not unusual for me). I bumped straight into someone, spilled every drop of my coffee on the, ground thank god, and landed flat on my ass. I was PISSED.

I cursed myself for not paying attention, stood up, brushed myself off and looked up, Dead into the the most gorgeous brown eyes I've have ever seen. I must of looked like an idiot, my mouth hanging open, looking absolutely star studded. And then he spoke.

"Oh my god, are you ok?"

"U-Uhhmm, yeah, I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention. I have a bad habit of doing that, umm, i didn't spill any of my coffee on you? Did I?" Oh my god, please, please let him be dry. I couldn't bare the thought of turning an even more embarrassing shade of red.

"No, no, your good. I wasn't paying much attention either. I feel bad you spilled your coffee, can I buy you a new one. I really feel horrible."

"Uhhmmm, I guess." Smooth..real smooth.

"Okay, what did you have? By the way. My name is Ashley."

"Christine, good to meet you." I told him what I was drinking, and he had asked me to wait at a table outside so he could bring it to me. I sat there, shamelessly staring at this gorgeous man. I cant even begin to describe how gorgeous he really is. Black hair, high cheek bones, very well groomed, and with the clothes he's wearing you can tell he is in perfect shape. Both arms are covered in tattoos, complete sleeves.

If I didn't know any better (and I didn't) I'd say he was full out rockstar material. Black Misfits tee, black skinny jeans, studded belt, cowboy boots, western hat, leather studded bracelets, the whole 9.

He noticed me staring, and gave me a shy, devilish smile. All I could do was smile back. And thats when it started. That damned feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. when you feel excited, nervous, and turned on all at the same time. yup, that one. I felt all the color drain from my face. I turned and stared down at my hands and started my mantra. Its not gunna work, dont even try. Your probably not his type. Repeat.

"Here you go." Completely startling me out of my mantra, I jumped no realizing he walked up. "I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to scare you. Not your day is it?"

"Obviously not." I laughed. "Thank you for the coffee. I really do appreciate it. I should get going. Still have a long day ahead of me."

"Oh, really? I was kinda hoping you could sit and talk for a few. It gets kinda lonely sitting here by myself, and I'd like to at least get to know the person I'm buying a coffee for." He gave me the biggest smile he could without looking like a kid who just woke up to presents from santa under the tree. And god DAMN it was beautiful.

"Ok, sure. I guess I could sit for a few. Not long though, I really should be getting these things done before the show!!" shaking my phone in the air, with the long list of things I still had to do, today, or my students and I would be Screwed, royally!

"Show? What kind of show?" He seemed almost shocked but more intrigued.

"One of the local Rated Horse shows. I have a group of lessons students that are doing their first grand prix level show this weekend. I still have alot I have to get done and pick up before the day is finished. And looking at the time, as much as I would love to stay, i really really should be going. Thank you again, so much for the coffee, it was nice of you to replace mine even though it was my fault it spilled."

He looked shocked. Almost hurt. I felt so bad that I was running off, and i didnt want to. I could sit and look into this mans eyes forever. And I never mentioned how his voice ripples through me like a sweet wine, making me feel almost drunk.

"Please wait.." He grabbed my wrist as I went to stand "..I really want to get to know you. I dont know why, but, I feel like I cant let you just walk out of my life, my gut is telling me to hang onto you in some way."

Now it was my turn to look some way, dumbfounded maybe? This beautiful creature wants ME, scary, man intimidating woman to stay with him. Why me? The Hot, porn star worthy blonde, sitting at the table next to us, kinda gave me that look like," Yeah, I don't know why either."

With my best, I understand how you feel, smile I could muster, I handed him my card with my personal cell number. I told him to call me anytime, but if I didn't answer right away that I would and to just give me time to get done whatever's occupying me at the moment. I told him to text me, with his first and last name, so I could save it to my phone so I wouldn't ignore him. Definitely don't want to do that.

He stood up with me, and walked me to my truck, and before I got in he simply said "I don't know what this is, but I cant ignore this. I promise, I will be calling you very soon." He kissed me on the cheek and walked away. All I could do was watch, and wonder, and hope this wasn't too good to be true, that this wasn't a dream. i started my truck and continued my now rushed finishing to my day. Daydreaming and distracted with thoughts of what was going to happen next. If anything at all.

Notes

like i said, a bit drawn out and boring but i promise it will get better :) let me know what you think :)