Friday, November 8, 2013

'The Greeting Card Princess' by Markee Anderson (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4:

Violet worked on another poem for her boss, but she couldn't concentrate. She was given a sympathy card with a picture of a cottage covered in vines for the front. However, her mind was on her dogs. They were probably waiting at the door of her parent's house, to see her open her patio door.

Even so, she was worried about meeting John. What if he wasn't good looking? Would she write him off as just another voice in a sea of voices? Or worse yet, what if he was good-looking? Would she even be able to speak to the man? That thought made her palms sweat. If only he knew what she thought about his voice. This could be bad.

Now she'd have to take the time to help this guy. What if she got in trouble for taking off work? She never should've agreed to this.

As soon as she put her head in her hands, someone approached her cubicle. "Violet?"

She knew that voice. John. No expectations and don't cringe if he's not as gorgeous as his voice.

She moved her hands and stared up into the most gorgeous face she'd ever seen. With blue eyes framed by dark brown wavy hair and a square face, the guy could've been on the cover of any magazine in the world as the most gorgeous man to walk the planet. Needless to say, she was smitten…and tongue-tied.

"Violet?" he repeated.

"Uh…uh…" She gulped hard. "Yes, sir. You're John. I'd know that gorgeous voice…I mean…sir?" She grabbed a picture from her desk. "Want to see the team?" She practically shoved it into his chest as she stood.

John's face registered amusement and took the picture into his hands. With a moment's hesitation as he studied her face, he finally looked down at the photograph. "Wow. They're identical. How do you identify them?"

Not an easy answer, but she had to explain it like her dad did. "Well, Packer has a brown spot on his tale, Bear is all black except for his nose, Viking has a white spot on his stomach, and Cowboy wears a Stetson."

John laughed and pointed to the picture. "I hate to break this to you, darlin', but there's no Stetson here. There's not even a hat."

She smiled. "I know. Dad tells that to everyone, because he thinks he's funny. Cowboy has white feet. You'll get to know them from their personalities after ten minutes."

He handed her the picture back. "After meeting you, I'm thinking you need to be in the pictures, too. Your team looks a bit rambunctious. It might be more fun if they're crawlin' all over you."

She thrust her thumb into her chest. "Me? You pose with them and I'll take your picture then."

He laughed. "No, that's not the way this works. I'm the photographer."

"Oh. Like the manly man?" She bit her lips and closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

She felt him take her hand. "Not a problem," he whispered with a laugh. "I like being the manly man. Can we leave now?"

She opened her eyes, bracing her knees. This guy had it all, and if she wasn't careful, she'd fall hard for him.

"Certainly. I have to tell my boss, first."

He grabbed her coat and helped her pull it on. "Already taken care of." He took her hand and walked around the corner. "Later, Chet. I'll have good pictures when we get back."

Violet just hoped it would be true.

Stay tuned!  Chapter 5, Monday, November 11!

Copyright Markee Anderson, 2013

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