Sparks Fly

date.
    Never before had a woman turned and run from him. In all of his previous experiences with the opposite sex, he’d hardly had to expend any effort at all to get women to go out with him. The women he usually dated didn’t look much further than his bank account, but Angelina clearly couldn’t have cared less how many diamonds or houses he could buy her.
    Maybe if I clean up the mess in my office, she’ll come knocking on my door.
    It was a ridiculous thought, but it kept playing like a broken record in his head, so he gave up and told his assistant to reschedule his meetings for the rest of the day.
    He headed for the side door of his house before remembering that Angelina had told him to use the front door for better energy, or something like that.
    He groaned. One visit from a Feng Shui consultant and he needed to see a good therapist.
    Nonetheless, he walked around to his front door. Once inside, he headed down the hall to his office. Picking his way into the middle of the room, he sat down on the floor and reached into the box directly in front of him.
    Amazingly, as he threw away clutter than had been piling up for years, the voices clogging his brain shut up for the first time all day.

    * * *
    Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, Angelina marched up to Will’s front door and rang the bell.
    When Will opened the door, he let out a low whistle. “I can’t believe it works this fast.”
    Not having any clue what he was talking about, Angelina got straight to the point. “I left my organizer in your office. I just need to grab it and then I’ll get out of your hair.”
    Will looked taken aback by her slightly frosty tone. She felt a little bad, but she had her heart to protect.
    “I’m glad you’re here, Angelina. I’ve got something to show you.”
    Following Will to his office, hating how much she liked to hear her name on his lips, she stopped dead in her tracks on the threshold.
    “Wow.” The room was spotless and the changed energy was impossible to ignore.
    “You like?” Will asked, grinning from ear to ear.

    “What an amazing transformation. How did you do it all so fast?”
    He shrugged. “I couldn’t concentrate on anything else with the mess in this room hanging over me. The shredder got one heck of a workout today. It’s odd, but I almost feel as if I can breathe better in here now.”
    Angelina leaned against the doorway. “That’s exactly how I explain Feng Shui to people who have never heard about it: If you follow the principles, you will feel like you can breathe better throughout your entire house.”
    Will rubbed his chin with his left hand. “I really get that now.”
    Angelina gave him a soft smile. “I’m glad.” Knowing she had to break the spell Will had over her—and fast!—Angelina picked up her organizer and said, “I should really get going now.”
    “Why don’t you join me for a cup of coffee in the kitchen?”
    Angelina shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t do caffeine. It makes me weird.”
    Will raised an eyebrow and she laughed. “Okay, so it makes me weirder. Anyway, thanks, but no.”
    “How about decaf?”
    For some crazy reason, Angelina couldn’t resist the look in his eyes. “Just one cup.” Wagging her finger at him, she warned, “And don’t you try anything funny like mixing caffeine in. I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”
    He held his right hand over his heart and said with mock solemnity, “You have my word. No funny business.”
    Angelina pulled up one of the stools to his kitchen island while Will reached in the cupboard next to the sink for the coffee beans.
    She had always had a thing for tall, well-built men, which seemed particularly unfortunate right now, considering Will was off limits in every way.

    * * *
    From the moment Angelina had walked through his front door, Will had been struck not just by her beauty, but by her spirit and intelligence as well.
    The truth was, he had never felt this way about Susan. Marrying her had been, quite simply, the right thing to do: Get an MBA, start a successful company, marry a good-looking blonde.
    “Angelina,” he said, “do you Feng Shui boats?”
    She looked surprised by his request, but she nodded.
    “I’d like you to take a look at my boat in San Francisco this Saturday.”
    “I already have plans with my friend on Saturday.”
    “Bring her with you,” Will insisted, his palms sweating like he was a thirteen-year-old boy with