Alecia Takes a Leap of Faith

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As she drove to Daxon’s beach house, for the umpteenth time, Alecia said to herself, “I must be out of my mind. Why did I listen to Daryl?”

Yesterday, which was Friday, she had called Daryl and told him what happened when she went to visit Daxon on Monday.

“You drove all that way just to get him to sign some papers which he could have easily done the next day when he was in the office?”

“Yes,” she replied realizing how ridiculous it must have seemed but added, defensively, “but, I only did it because I wasn’t sure if he was going to be in the next day and the papers needed to be signed by end of Tuesday. For all I knew he could have had another all day off-site meeting.”

“So, I was right. He does have a thing for you. It was obvious at the New Year’s Eve party and he admitted it when you went to his house. Did anything happen between you two?”

“No. I told him that he shouldn’t talk to me like that when he had a girlfriend.”

“And what did he say?”

“He was about to say something when the phone rang. It was his girlfriend.”

“Talk about bad timing. What did you do?”

“I got out of there fast and–I forgot the folder with the papers which he had signed.”

Daryl began to laugh. “You went to all that trouble to get him to sign those papers and you forgot them?”

“It isn’t funny,” she fumed.

“Why didn’t you go back and get the folder?”

“I was too embarrassed. Anyway, he did end up coming in on Tuesday and he handed me the folder.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Nothing much except, ‘good morning’ and ‘you forgot this.’ He must think I’m a big doofus. I could hardly look at him and we didn’t say much to each other because he was in and out of meetings all day. And all week, it has just been business between us. Maybe it’s because of his phone call from Erin. Maybe talking to her made him reconsider his feelings for her.”

“There you go again making assumptions. Did it ever occur to you that he’s being all business with you because you ran out on him after he told you how he felt about you? Maybe he thinks that you want to keep your relationship purely professional.”

“But what about Erin?”

“Isn’t it possible that he broke up with her?”

“If that’s true, why did she call him when I was there?”

“Maybe she wanted to get back with him.”

“Well, maybe they are back together again.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I guess not.”

“Why don’t you do yourself a favor and find out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Go and see him and ask him if he’s back with Erin. If he is, then, it’s back to business for you and him and if he isn’t, then, let him know that you want to have more than a professional relationship with him.”

“You can’t be serious. You expect me to drive over to his house to find out if he’s back with Erin or not?”



“It’s better than driving yourself crazy wondering. Maybe he was about to tell you that he and she had broken up before she called. You won’t know unless you ask him. Now, stop being such a coward and go see the man. Call me and let me know how it turned out.”

And here she was driving to Daxon’s place. Many times she was tempted to turn the car around but she kept going. When she got there, she rang the doorbell but there wasn’t any answer. She saw his jeep so he must be on the beach. Removing her sandals, she headed there.

It was a lovely afternoon. The water glistened in the sunlight and the sand felt soft beneath her feet. It was a nice break from the city. Not for the first time, she thought of how nice it must be to live right by the beach.

Her heart skipped a beat and she froze when suddenly, Daxon appeared. He paused when he saw her and stood there, beside the rock with his arm resting on top of it. Her mouth went dry and her stomach started acting all crazy as her gaze traveled over him. He was wearing only a pair of jeans. He had just had a swim because he was wet. What a gorgeous body he had and she loved the way the jeans hugged his thighs.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to him. “Hi.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I-I came to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Are-are you and Erin still together?”

“No. We broke up on New Year’s Day after we left the party.”

“You broke up?”

“Yes. I was about to tell you that when she called.”


“If you’d stuck around you would have known that. Why did you run out on me, Alecia?”

“I’m-I’m sorry. I thought you and she were still together that’s why I told you that you shouldn’t have been saying those things to me and then, when she called–well, I thought the best thing for me to do was to leave.”

“She wanted to talk but I told her that it wasn’t a good time. You shouldn’t have left.”

“So, is it really over between the two of you? There’s no chance of you getting back together?”

“No. It’s over between us. She called me again on Wednesday and said that she wanted to get back together but I told her that it was over between us. She got upset and hung up on me. It’s over between her and me, Alecia. It was over a long time ago but I made it official on New Year’s Day. She guessed that you were the reason and she was right.”

I’m the reason why you broke up with her?” She could hardly believe it but the expression on his face told her that it was so.


“So, where do we go from here?”

“I want to be more than your boss. Is that something you want too?”

Dropping her handbag and sandals, she went right up to him. “Of course, it is,” she muttered before she reached up and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him on the mouth.

He put his arms around her and held her snugly against him as he kissed her back fiercely, passionately.

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