An Excerpt

“Forbidden Fruit”

“What time will you be home?” Chandler grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door.

“As soon as possible,” he said with a quick kiss. “Happy anniversary.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t have to remind him.

“Happy anniversary, Chandler.”

Amazing. She was excited over the fact that her husband had remembered their anniversary. Something was seriously wrong with that picture. Over time she’d become conditioned to expect the very minimum; and like always, she was prepared to make the most of it. She had already arranged for the kids to spend the night with the nanny just in case. She planned to go shopping later, but for the moment she was restless. After her third cup of coffee, she decided to head down to the local gym to burn off some energy. Even though she had a state of the art home gym, she enjoyed going to the local gym from time to time just to change things up a bit. In the middle of her thirty-minute elliptical workout, she found herself staring into the eyes of a gentleman that was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but eerily familiar. She tried to look away, but it was impossible. He, on the other hand, didn’t bother trying to look away. She managed to finish the last fifteen minutes of her workout without falling off of the machine. When it was over, she made a beeline for the nearest exit and found herself standing face to face with that handsome gentleman. His skin was the color of ebony and even more flawless than it appeared from a distance. His teeth were glistening white, and his body was the closest thing to perfection that she’d ever seen. Everything was accentuated by the beautiful flowing locks that fell to his shoulders and the perfectly kept beard. Black Jesus.

“Excuse me if I’m out of line here, but I had to commend you for your work ethic.”

“My work ethic?”

“Yes, I can tell you understand the importance of incorporating a little cardio with your workout. You’re definitely proof that it works.”

“Is that right?”

Naturally, she was flattered by the compliment, but she was struggling to maintain her composure. His presence was overwhelming.

“So, let me say this. I’m not a stalker, but I would be lying if I didn’t tell you I’ve been checking you out for the last month.”

“For a month…?” The revelation made her a little uncomfortable.

“Yes, an entire month.”

Impossible. Why hadn’t she noticed him? Was this some kind of pick-up line or something? She should have walked away, but she didn’t. Instead, she played along. A little flirting was harmless. Or was it?

“That’s weird, because I’ve never seen you here before.”

“That’s a bad sign,” he said with a laugh. “I’m here at least three or four times a week. Apparently, you haven’t noticed.”

“Apparently not.”

“My friends call me KJ,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“Not trying to be rude, but I’m still a little leery about hand shakes,” she said offering an elbow instead.

The city was still recovering from the COVID19 outbreak which claimed the lives of an unprecedented number of American citizens.