Sunday, 3 February 2013

1. The Prologue

November 2004

"That's Eden." the Manager informed me. 
"He's been barred for a while for getting into a scuffle, we've decided to let him back in. Keep an eye on him." 

In my early 20's I worked as a waitress. I kind of fell into this job, a friend worked there and they needed someone to serve customers and clean tables. What started as a few shifts turned into a couple of years. The place had a real community feel to it. The staff, the customers, it was one big dysfunctional family and I fit right into it.

One quiet afternoon, a man strolled confidently through the doors as if they were his own. I'd not seen him before, I would definitely remember him. He was gorgeous; I couldn't help but stare. He was tall, tanned, dark blonde hair, a nicely toned body and 2 black eyes. His name was Eden.

Later I asked one of the other waitresses about him. Turned out he'd recently been released from prison, though no one could really tell me what he was in for. He visited frequently and we got to talking, he was always flirtatious but yet disinterested enough to have me desperate for more. He was funny with a quick wit, and he laughed at my jokes... I was hooked.

The first time we touched is clear as day in my mind. I walked out to clean some tables and he got up and came past me, his arm brushing up against mine. It was electric, the skin on my arm tingled, the hair stood up and I felt short of breath. It was incredible.

He worked as a baker a few shops up and we saw each other almost every day. I was excited to go to work, I would anxiously wait for him to come in for his lunch. If I didn't see him, I would walk up past the bakery, pretending I had errands to run. And before long, he asked for my number.

He asked for my number. This gorgeous man wanted MY number. I couldn't believe it. He was sexy, he was funny, and he was interested in little old me. I wrote it on a napkin and dropped it in front of him as I went out to clean tables.

My cheeks were on fire, my heart was pumping.
There was just one problem. I was married.


  1. Sounds intriguing! I bet it feels nice to get this off your chest - whatever 'this' is! Emily

  2. What is it about bad boys???
    What a pickle......

    Team IBOT sending you super powers.

  3. Interesting! I'm off to

  4. Oh wow! Ok I'm interested!
    Just so you know for next time, at IBOT we like to have a new, previously unpublished post linked up. Hence they I Blog On Tuesday :)

  5. Hi :)
    Nice apple, remind me not to shop where you get your groceries!
    Um... interesting story! I won't lie... a little intrigued...

  6. Ok I admit it I am intrigued! Welcome to #IBOT

  7. I'm very intrigued now... Welcome to IBOT...

  8. Keep the fig leaf on maybe ... :)


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