Chapter 2: His Eyes, my perfume.
Ruthie's POV
I said 'Yes', an infatic, 'Yes'. How could I? I have sooo many things to do and this was only going to be another distraction, but who could resist those emeralds ovals, pleading, taunting me, persuading me. This wasn't the plan. He said it was because I saved his butt down there but, what he doesn't know is: He saved mine too. I must have scanned that bar ten times and I couldn't find anyone who looked even remotely likely to be around my age, whom I could make up a lie with. Then I saw him get up and almost walk away before he was stopped. I knew it was my chance, so I took a chance on him and he accepted it, no questions. I could've been just that he needed me just as badly, but for some reason it seems like a little something more, I saw it his eyes when he was "looking me over" and when he joked that is was a great way to "spend our honeymoon" after I'd agreed. God, those eyes, those eyes, those eyes.
So, know I'm sitting her in front of my big vanity. Wearing a peach, strapless vintage dress I bought on my day off from a cart on the side of the road. I had fallen instantly in love with it and I had to have it. It was beautiful. I hope Martin likes it, please let him like it. Wait!!! Hold on, freeze, rewind, and backtrack. Remember, we don't care what he thinks, he's just paying me back…. and saving me from sheer boredom at lack of regular human communication with the opposite sex, aside from my boss. Whatever, I'm not doing this, not doing it, not doing,… Oh, dang I dropped my perfume bottle all over my dress. It's seeping through, oh man. Okay, so maybe I should just stand under my hair dryer and dry it. Okay, this is working. Thank god this perfume is clear, I would have died. Oh no, now I smell like peach blossoms all over. This can't be good. Knock, knock. Gosh, he's here!! Okay, breathe. Stop caring what he thinks!!! I put on some light peach, almost translucent gloss and grab my shawl and clutch. I open the door and say come on in. He looks around my perfectly organized room, a curse only a mother could inhibit upon me, but helpful none the less. "One second." I said and I head into the attached room. I slip on my sandals and come back out. "'Kay, ready." "Great let's go he says, with a smile as he ushers me out of the suite, his hand resting on my lower back for a second, an obviously normal gesture for him, but then he pulls it away, probably remembering his promise. A man of his word, I'll keep that in mind.