She is the first thought that crosses my mind when I awaken and the last to cross my mind before I sleep.
She walks into the boardroom dressed to the nines in a pair of Manolo Blahniks pump heels and a tight beige skirt suit, armed with a blackberry in one hand while gripping a black tablet that is precariously balancing two cups of coffee in the other. Tucked under her arm is a small black folder, she drops both coffee cups in front of me with tablet, she smells of sunflowers and the sea. She ends her phone call much to my dismay and joy, because I enjoy watching her multitask commanding an entire company with one word or a flick of a wrist or a slide of her thumb. But now I can appreciate her beauty without her moving in an almost human blur.
She sits two seats down on my right; she is going through the folder quietly as the meeting begins. At first I am listening but then my mind drifts to her face I absently start counting her freckles. I am currently up to one thousand three hundred and sixty two freckles scattered across various body parts. I started this game on one of our corporate getaways to Hawaii, a much needed cool down after the problems with Obadiah Stane and my kidnapping. It is one of the few times I have seen Pepper in a swim suit, she was sunbathing on the beach with her top on, she refused to take it off no matter how much I begged. Pepper eventually dozed off and I grew bored my need for assessing mathematical solutions and problems arose. In less than an hour I counted 508 small brown freckles on her right arm, spanning from shoulder to wrist.
There are some 376 freckles on her left leg from midthigh to toe, I was lucky to get that oppourtunity while stuck in traffic in New York City. She was wearing a blue skirt the rode up after she repositioned herself to get some much needed sleep. I was exhausted my eyes blood shot but I could not pass up the oppourtunity.
It was a few moments before I realized that the room had gone silent and she was staring at me expectantly as was the rest of the board room, I glanced back at her and she gives a slight nod. I look down the line again and show thumbs up to the presenter. The small nervous looking woman from finance department nods and hastens to her seat to be replaced by another speaker. I turn back to Pepper she is reclined in her chair casually looking at the speaker. She tilts her chin 18 degrees to the right giving me an almost full view of her face. One, two, three, four…