She shivers. Her left hand moves slowly up her right arm as if to rub out
the chill. She brings both of her hands up to her sparkling necklace, and
gently moves the clasp along the chain toward the back of her neck. She has
a light dusting of glitter swept across her collarbone, and he can't help
but notice. He watches as the red satin of her dress bunches as her hands
move back down to the stack of papers she has on her lap.
"You know, those Russians had it coming all along. You can't hide weapons of.." He stops, not being able to finish his sentence. He tells himself that his sudden loss of thought has nothing to do with the fact that he can see the moonlight in CJ's crystal blue eyes.
"Okay, Toby, either you just had a revelation or those appetizers from the party downstairs are finally catching up with you," CJ smiles, but Toby doesn't smile back. Instead, his eyes are fixated directly on her. She feels her breath stop in her throat. She watches as his brown eyes exhibit the same look of longing as her own.
"Well," she continues, lowering her head so Toby cannot see how his gaze affected her, "they had it coming all along. That Bolshevik revolution thing, the weapons of.." She raises her head, only to notice that his brown eyes have not moved from her body. Again she meets his gaze. He breathes deeply. Gets up from his chair suddenly.
"You want a drink?" he asks, turning his head from her.
"Yeah...yes, a drink."
"Like I was saying before, there are things you just can't hide, and they tried to. I mean there's no way anyone, any nation, can hide a warhead. It's just..." He turns around to face her. "CJ?"
"Yes?"
"Did I tell you that I...uh...I like that dress. I mean, on you. On you, I like it. You look great. Did I tell you that?"
"Well," she smiles, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink, "I'll tell Diane Cook you like it."
"I don't like Diane Cook. I like.." He jumps slightly as the ring of the phone interrupts his statement. He stands up to answer it, as does CJ, and the papers that were on her lap land on the floor. Ignoring the phone, they bend down to pick up the mess. His fingertips gently brush against her shoulder, sending shockwaves through her whole body. She shivers.
"Are you cold?" he asks.
"No, no I'm fine," she responds, embarrassed that his touch had affected her.
"CJ."
"Toby, you already complimented Diane Cook."
"No, CJ. Would you like to go get a drink with me?" He says, reaching his hand out to caress her cheek.
"Toby." She says, reaching her hand up to loosen his tie. "We are drinking."
"CJ."
"And Toby you know that if I have too much I can't think, and when that happens I..."
"CJ."
"can't speak correctly and then I make a fool of myself, and..."
"CJ."
"Yes?"
"Thank Diane Cook for me, and you're cold. You are cold."
"I know."
"and you're gorgeous, so let's go get a drink."
"Okay," she sighs as she turns to get her coat. She stops as she feels him place his hands on her shoulders, and gently drape his coat over her body. He said she was gorgeous. She smiles, and shivers.
"You know, those Russians had it coming all along. You can't hide weapons of.." He stops, not being able to finish his sentence. He tells himself that his sudden loss of thought has nothing to do with the fact that he can see the moonlight in CJ's crystal blue eyes.
"Okay, Toby, either you just had a revelation or those appetizers from the party downstairs are finally catching up with you," CJ smiles, but Toby doesn't smile back. Instead, his eyes are fixated directly on her. She feels her breath stop in her throat. She watches as his brown eyes exhibit the same look of longing as her own.
"Well," she continues, lowering her head so Toby cannot see how his gaze affected her, "they had it coming all along. That Bolshevik revolution thing, the weapons of.." She raises her head, only to notice that his brown eyes have not moved from her body. Again she meets his gaze. He breathes deeply. Gets up from his chair suddenly.
"You want a drink?" he asks, turning his head from her.
"Yeah...yes, a drink."
"Like I was saying before, there are things you just can't hide, and they tried to. I mean there's no way anyone, any nation, can hide a warhead. It's just..." He turns around to face her. "CJ?"
"Yes?"
"Did I tell you that I...uh...I like that dress. I mean, on you. On you, I like it. You look great. Did I tell you that?"
"Well," she smiles, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink, "I'll tell Diane Cook you like it."
"I don't like Diane Cook. I like.." He jumps slightly as the ring of the phone interrupts his statement. He stands up to answer it, as does CJ, and the papers that were on her lap land on the floor. Ignoring the phone, they bend down to pick up the mess. His fingertips gently brush against her shoulder, sending shockwaves through her whole body. She shivers.
"Are you cold?" he asks.
"No, no I'm fine," she responds, embarrassed that his touch had affected her.
"CJ."
"Toby, you already complimented Diane Cook."
"No, CJ. Would you like to go get a drink with me?" He says, reaching his hand out to caress her cheek.
"Toby." She says, reaching her hand up to loosen his tie. "We are drinking."
"CJ."
"And Toby you know that if I have too much I can't think, and when that happens I..."
"CJ."
"can't speak correctly and then I make a fool of myself, and..."
"CJ."
"Yes?"
"Thank Diane Cook for me, and you're cold. You are cold."
"I know."
"and you're gorgeous, so let's go get a drink."
"Okay," she sighs as she turns to get her coat. She stops as she feels him place his hands on her shoulders, and gently drape his coat over her body. He said she was gorgeous. She smiles, and shivers.
