A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

to get out of the supermarket and go home.
    In my haste to get the shopping into the car, I caught the last bag against the boot lock. It ripped apart. I watched open mouthed as the contents scattered across the car park. I began to pick the items up, close to tears.
    Jeff had fired something up in me that wouldn’t go away. Those movies only helped to make a bad situation worse. I was putting in some of the goods I’d retrieved when I heard an accented voice. “I think this is the last of it.”
    I wiped my eyes as I gazed up at the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was tall and slim. Mediterranean looking, dark skinned with pale green eyes, shoulder length black hair and chiseled features with dimples. As I took the groceries from him, I noticed his hands. His fingers were long and perfectly manicured. Our hands touched and heat surged through my body. I staggered against my vehicle and he grabbed me.
    “Are you alright?” he asked. The smile left his face, replaced by concern. Why was he concerned about me, a complete stranger? I couldn’t speak, my mouth opened and closed like a fish, my hormones were raging. I felt even more lightheaded than before. I swooned and his hand tightened about me, then nothing but darkness.
    ***
    The sound of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons coursed through my subconscious mind, piercing its way into my consciousness. My eyes slowly flickered open. I was in unfamiliar surroundings and alone. The coat I wore was gone. I jack-knifed into a sitting position and noted my dress was raised to the top of my thighs. Nothing else seemed disturbed. I looked around the room. It was contemporary and very masculine. Everything had sharp lines in black, white, chrome or a combination of a least two of those colours.
    The furnishings were a marked contradiction to the period of the Victorian style house, which had maintained some of its original features: The ostentatious, elaborate cast-iron fireplace and bay windows. My gaze followed the high polished wooden floor, the moulded border along the walls and around the hanging light. Yet, it worked well. I gazed around this room with the sterile white walls in search of my shoes, coat and bag.
    It was weird, but I didn’t feel afraid even though I had no idea where I was or how I’d gotten there. What I felt was a glow of excitement in the pit of my stomach as I heard footsteps coming towards me. He stood in the doorframe. He’d changed into sweat pants and a vest top which accentuated his physique. My face reddened, and my breath quickened as I admired the bronze idol before me. My thoughts paraded all manner of illicit imagery across my mind’s eye.
     

Chapter Three
    I swung my legs off the sofa onto the floor, but remained seated. “Who are you? How did I get here?” I asked, sure he could read the puzzled expression on my face.
    “I’m Alessandro Agostino. You fell into my arms in the store car park. So I brought you to my home,” he said, leaning against the doorframe barefooted with his arms folded across his chest. A smile spread across his face. Damn, there should be a law against being so hot with dimples. The memories came flooding back and so did the feeling of wanting to feel fulfilled. My crotch moistened and my flush deepened.
    “How do you feel now?” he asked as he moved towards me. “You gave me quite a fright, I can tell you.”
    “I’m sorry,” I stuttered.
    Having him so close to me set my pulse racing. I tugged at the hem of my dress, pulling it as far down as I could. I wanted to get up and leave, but my legs were like jelly.
    “You didn’t have any identification with you except for your debit and library card. ‘Stacey Richardson.’ Sorry I had a look through your bag to see if there was anyone I should call.”
    I looked towards my bag. Strange, I usually carried my driving license, as well as an emergency contact card, which came with the purse when I bought it. I’d thought it was a good idea and filled in my