Extrasensory

Her sleep, what she got of it, was broken and uneven. Images from past visions invaded her dreams, bombarding her senses and confusing her brain. She found herself waking frequently and afraid to let sleep return.

At least her mystery man hadn’t made another appearance. Maybe her sense receptors had just been out of whack. Maybe her brain cells were getting fried. Maybe, maybe, maybe. She almost found herself waiting for him to make another appearance, then mentally kicked herself for anticipating it.

Pathetic, Mia. Get a real date.

She was exhausted by the time Monday morning came around. Listlessly she dressed for work, picking up her newspaper before she left the house. She stuck it in the car with her briefcase, determined to wait until she got to her office to see if there was any new mention of Chase Techtronics or its possible new project. She stopped in the little employee kitchenette to get a cup of coffee. Then, settling herself at her desk, juggling everything with her good hand, she opened the paper to the business section and began scanning the articles.

“Looking for something special?”

She hadn’t heard the man come in and his voice startled her so. When she looked up she jerked her hand so hard she knocked over her coffee. It spilled onto her desk and dripped onto her skirt.

It was him! The man from her visions. But who was he? And what was he doing in her office?

“I’m sorry.” His voice was deep and rich, like warm, thick honey. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Mia closed her eyes, counted to ten, then opened them again, hoping he’d have disappeared.

“Miss Fleming?” She opened her eyes. He was still there. “Here, let me help you with that.”

He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on her desk and began mopping the liquid. Mia was frozen in place, unable to make herself move. How was this possible? How in the freakin’ hell was this possible?