freeze. You have got to be kidding me, Carlos dead ahead, casually walking towards me next to what has to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; She’s all olive skinned, with perfectly styled, shiny black hair, flowing down over her shoulders, wearing a tight pencil skirt and killer heels which highlight her curves in all the right ways, with legs I couldn’t get even if I worked out every day!
There’s nowhere to run and I definitely can’t turn around now, I’ve already been spotted, shit, shit! OK just keep your head down and maybe he won’t recognise you, who am I kidding? Earth if you could just open up and swallow me now I will be forever in your debt, please? I whisper a silent prayer. Nope? Great, thanks!
He is less than 3metres away, just keep walking, just keep walking, “ah!” I screech as I stumble over my uncoordinated feet, only just managing to stay upright. Oh come on now! That is just not fair. Catching his eye I can see he is amused by my misfortune, little Miss Perfect sports a smirking grin, waving her goodbye to him as he stops in front of me on the path, she throws him a wink if sharing a private joke on my account.
“Ms. Mavers” he nods at me, still smiling as he takes in every last inch of my embarrassing appearance, “been taking advantage of the gym facilities I see, I must ask did you enjoy your trip?” he questions with a chuckle.
All I can manage is a tight smile at his humorous remark as my cheeks turn an unmistakable shade of scarlet. “I err….yes...well…yeah” is as close to a sentence as I can muster.
“I look forward to our dinner tonight, Seven wasn’t it?” it’s as though the more of a mess I become, the more cool and collected he is.
“Yes, Seven” I reply, still not able to maintain eye contact. Out of nowhere I see his hand reach out and clasp my own clammy one, bringing it up to meet his lips he plants an air light kiss on my knuckles, as my eyes finally meet his, it’s as though his gaze is searching my very soul. His green eye’s burning with an intensity I’ve never felt before. My mouth drops open and I can’t even blink for fear of him vanishing into thin air if I do, if this is some kind of dream I don’t want it to end.
With that he lowers my hand makes a slight bow and walks away. I am left stuck to the spot watching him continue down the path as if nothing has happened. As he reaches the corner of the foyer building he turns flashing me his superstar smile briefly, before continuing.
I hadn’t even noticed I had been holding my breath this whole time, letting it out triggers the feeling to slowly return to the rest of my body. I can’t deny this carnal, animal instinct, I want him and for some unknown reason I can’t begin to fathom, he seems to want me.
I’m running late, I had showered before the Spa, but I hadn’t factored in needing to shower again after to remove the last traces of sticky wax. My legs weren’t too bad, but the waxing has left great red welts across the skin of my under arms and bikini line, what was I thinking? I should have just shaved, seriously what do women see in this?
The ‘beauty’ therapist had given me some calming lotion to apply afterwards, so as soon as I’m out of the shower I lather it on the worst bits, leaving it to absorb as I use my new coconut body butter over everywhere else. It has a fine gold glitter in it which leaves a faint shimmer on your skin, which according to the tub, ‘delicately catches the light and gives your skin a warm glow’. I don’t know about that, but it does compliment the slight tan I have going on.
I pull on the best underwear I can find, which vaguely matches, how I wish I had the forethought to bring my (never previously worn) fancy lace ensemble. Caz bought it for me last Christmas in an attempt to spice up my love life after a particularly drunk, holiday time confession I made to her about how much it was lacking, it was consequently shoved in
There’s nowhere to run and I definitely can’t turn around now, I’ve already been spotted, shit, shit! OK just keep your head down and maybe he won’t recognise you, who am I kidding? Earth if you could just open up and swallow me now I will be forever in your debt, please? I whisper a silent prayer. Nope? Great, thanks!
He is less than 3metres away, just keep walking, just keep walking, “ah!” I screech as I stumble over my uncoordinated feet, only just managing to stay upright. Oh come on now! That is just not fair. Catching his eye I can see he is amused by my misfortune, little Miss Perfect sports a smirking grin, waving her goodbye to him as he stops in front of me on the path, she throws him a wink if sharing a private joke on my account.
“Ms. Mavers” he nods at me, still smiling as he takes in every last inch of my embarrassing appearance, “been taking advantage of the gym facilities I see, I must ask did you enjoy your trip?” he questions with a chuckle.
All I can manage is a tight smile at his humorous remark as my cheeks turn an unmistakable shade of scarlet. “I err….yes...well…yeah” is as close to a sentence as I can muster.
“I look forward to our dinner tonight, Seven wasn’t it?” it’s as though the more of a mess I become, the more cool and collected he is.
“Yes, Seven” I reply, still not able to maintain eye contact. Out of nowhere I see his hand reach out and clasp my own clammy one, bringing it up to meet his lips he plants an air light kiss on my knuckles, as my eyes finally meet his, it’s as though his gaze is searching my very soul. His green eye’s burning with an intensity I’ve never felt before. My mouth drops open and I can’t even blink for fear of him vanishing into thin air if I do, if this is some kind of dream I don’t want it to end.
With that he lowers my hand makes a slight bow and walks away. I am left stuck to the spot watching him continue down the path as if nothing has happened. As he reaches the corner of the foyer building he turns flashing me his superstar smile briefly, before continuing.
I hadn’t even noticed I had been holding my breath this whole time, letting it out triggers the feeling to slowly return to the rest of my body. I can’t deny this carnal, animal instinct, I want him and for some unknown reason I can’t begin to fathom, he seems to want me.
I’m running late, I had showered before the Spa, but I hadn’t factored in needing to shower again after to remove the last traces of sticky wax. My legs weren’t too bad, but the waxing has left great red welts across the skin of my under arms and bikini line, what was I thinking? I should have just shaved, seriously what do women see in this?
The ‘beauty’ therapist had given me some calming lotion to apply afterwards, so as soon as I’m out of the shower I lather it on the worst bits, leaving it to absorb as I use my new coconut body butter over everywhere else. It has a fine gold glitter in it which leaves a faint shimmer on your skin, which according to the tub, ‘delicately catches the light and gives your skin a warm glow’. I don’t know about that, but it does compliment the slight tan I have going on.
I pull on the best underwear I can find, which vaguely matches, how I wish I had the forethought to bring my (never previously worn) fancy lace ensemble. Caz bought it for me last Christmas in an attempt to spice up my love life after a particularly drunk, holiday time confession I made to her about how much it was lacking, it was consequently shoved in
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