Maia quickly hung up on Veronica and ran around, not knowing quite what to do. She ran to the oven and opened it, allowing a huge volume of smoke to escape. Her turkey was smoldering, obviously overdone. Coughing and blinded by the smoke, she ran to open the window. The alarm still sounded loudly. Maia was too short to reach the alarm, so she went to find a step ladder in her laundry room. Finally, she was able to silence the alarm. Her apartment was full of smoke and the Thanksgiving dinner was a complete disaster. How could things get any worse?
Maia started cleaning up the mess, fanning the smoke out the window when she heard it. A siren was sounding, first in the distance and getting closer and closer. Oh my god! the Fire Department! She looked out the window just in time to see the city fire engine arriving. Several guys in fire suits were jumping off the truck and rushing into the apartment building.
Maia met them at her front door, "Theres no problem, it was a small accident in the oven." The firemen acknowledged, but pushed past her, explaining that they had to inspect anyway. Once satisfied that there was no fire, the firemen began to leave Maias apartment. One stayed behind to talk with her about fire safety. He explained he would call the on-duty supervisor for transport back to the fire station after he was done.
Maia was understandably embarrassed. She realized she had been scantily clad and that the firemans eyes kept wandering up and down. Was he checking her out? Maia wasnt a great cook but she could read men very well. She shot a flirtatious glance at him. He looked her up and down again, fixing his gaze on her shapely bare legs., Trying to remain professional, the fireman began, "Maam I have to do a safety inspection of your home." he introduced himself as Jim, a battalion chief. He was sexy, about 61" with a mustache, wavy blonde hair, broad shoulders and it was obvious he was well built. As Jim spoke, his eyes continued to roam over h... Læs hele novellen
