Here you go children. The third and last chapter uploaded in this batch.
It's just a bit longer than the others. But if it bothers you, you can
think of these three chapters as one, just broken into sections. (
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I suddenly felt every ounce of power in my brain drain out of my head. I felt like a woman in a medieval story, who faints at everything. If there were guys like that everywhere, I'd be fainting too!
He was tall, with wildly blonde hair pulled back into an elegant ponytail with just a few strands over the edge of his face. His face was long and thin, with high cheekbones and a long skinny nose. He was all long and skinny. He seemed to just drop from the shoulders down into a straight line. He wore a well-tailored black tux, complete with tails and a rose boutonnière. His eyebrows, however, were most unusual. The kind of pointed upward at the ends with the skin all the way from his eyelids to the ends of his eyebrows a slightly lighter shade, almost like eyeshadow. His mouth was small, a pale pink solemn line. But his eyes, his eyes captivated me. Drew me in and drowned me. It was as though I could see straight through him. I felt like I could stare into his eyes for hours on end and never even notice the time had passed.
As I stared at him, he had moved closer, so smoothly that I didn't even notice until he gently grasped my hand and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes from mine.
"Such a pleasure," he whispered in a low, soft voice, with his eyes boring into me, holding me still, hypnotized. The dark look in his eyes made my heart race, my breath uneven, and my knees weak.
Then, glancing down at the hand he still held, he smiled slightly, just a twist of the lips, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I felt as though I was falling. It was as though every thought; every part of my life before had disappeared. "Even the dream?" whispered that little inner voice. Startled, I pulled my hand back a little to think clearer. "Think about it," taunted the voice. "Isn't it just a little too close to just be coincidence? He looks the same, sounds the same, acts the same. And the roses with the card? How exactly did they get in your apartment? And how does he know who you are?" Shaking my head slightly to shut that voice up, I looked back up at the man.
Clearing my throat, I said, "It's nice to meet you. This is my best friend Kathy." I gestured to Kathy. "But I must say, it's a little bit unnerving that I don't know who you are or how you know me, or why you wanted to see me." Kathy couldn't help the little hiss and glare she gave me. Hey, I argued with her mentally, I have to know this stuff, he could still be a weirdo. A very rich.handsome.romantic weirdo, yea, but he could still be a weirdo!
The man smiled. "Why don't we sit and eat a bit while I explain. Don't worry Sarah," he said in a teasing voice, "I don't bite. Or at least, not yet." And with one incredibly sexy grin, he turned and ushered us to our seats at the table.
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I suddenly felt every ounce of power in my brain drain out of my head. I felt like a woman in a medieval story, who faints at everything. If there were guys like that everywhere, I'd be fainting too!
He was tall, with wildly blonde hair pulled back into an elegant ponytail with just a few strands over the edge of his face. His face was long and thin, with high cheekbones and a long skinny nose. He was all long and skinny. He seemed to just drop from the shoulders down into a straight line. He wore a well-tailored black tux, complete with tails and a rose boutonnière. His eyebrows, however, were most unusual. The kind of pointed upward at the ends with the skin all the way from his eyelids to the ends of his eyebrows a slightly lighter shade, almost like eyeshadow. His mouth was small, a pale pink solemn line. But his eyes, his eyes captivated me. Drew me in and drowned me. It was as though I could see straight through him. I felt like I could stare into his eyes for hours on end and never even notice the time had passed.
As I stared at him, he had moved closer, so smoothly that I didn't even notice until he gently grasped my hand and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes from mine.
"Such a pleasure," he whispered in a low, soft voice, with his eyes boring into me, holding me still, hypnotized. The dark look in his eyes made my heart race, my breath uneven, and my knees weak.
Then, glancing down at the hand he still held, he smiled slightly, just a twist of the lips, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I felt as though I was falling. It was as though every thought; every part of my life before had disappeared. "Even the dream?" whispered that little inner voice. Startled, I pulled my hand back a little to think clearer. "Think about it," taunted the voice. "Isn't it just a little too close to just be coincidence? He looks the same, sounds the same, acts the same. And the roses with the card? How exactly did they get in your apartment? And how does he know who you are?" Shaking my head slightly to shut that voice up, I looked back up at the man.
Clearing my throat, I said, "It's nice to meet you. This is my best friend Kathy." I gestured to Kathy. "But I must say, it's a little bit unnerving that I don't know who you are or how you know me, or why you wanted to see me." Kathy couldn't help the little hiss and glare she gave me. Hey, I argued with her mentally, I have to know this stuff, he could still be a weirdo. A very rich.handsome.romantic weirdo, yea, but he could still be a weirdo!
The man smiled. "Why don't we sit and eat a bit while I explain. Don't worry Sarah," he said in a teasing voice, "I don't bite. Or at least, not yet." And with one incredibly sexy grin, he turned and ushered us to our seats at the table.