Chapter 2
She looked up then found herself doing a double take. It was a man, dark hair with a lean build. Billie caught sight of his face and found she couldn't look away. He had dreamy warm, tan skin, the highest set of cheekbones and the darkest eyes she had ever seen. He was, without a doubt, the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on; more so than any person she had ever seen and convinced she would again. He immediately was placed on the highest pedestal; held the standard. She was quite fond of Clark Gable and few other public personalities, but her hormone induced senses already desired this man far more. Suddenly very aware that she was still starring Billie glanced quickly away, afraid Mary would notice her distraction. The notebook gazed back at her but the young woman was abruptly far too flustered to return to the work. Her eyes went back to the man cautiously.
It was just the three of them left in the kitchen; two young girls and a much older man. In an attempt to make a conversation that included Mary's companion, John had commented on the age of the girl that sat in the dinning room, attempting to work on the papers that were scattered across the entire table. His voice sounded and as if she weren't infatuated enough already the deep southern sound just about caused her mouth to drop. The words in which he spoke seemed to pertain to her, acknowledging her presence, and the realization of this caused her cheeks to burn.
Listening to her Uncle caused Mary to give a little giggle. She had since leaned back in her chair again, playing with her nails, seeming to have given up on her work entirely. "She's not that old," Mary smiled.
He found himself glancing at the girl once more. For a girl of her age, much younger than he had assumed, she had an enticing appearance. Her features were in full blossom, beginning to reveal the woman that she was on the edge of becoming. In her mid-twenties, this young woman was going to be a sight, as he had previously thought. There was no clear indication of her actual age, which only left John to conclude that she was on the brim of adulthood; an enriching period of time.
Billie could concentrate on nothing. Her mind seemed completely blinded by the new presence in the room. Her tense and flushed body language gave her away completely though thankfully Mary had not noticed. She feared what would become of her should she be around this man any longer; how he would reveal her inappropriate sensations for all the family to witness. Hastily she began to gather up her papers, shutting a textbook.
"I should go. You have family..." she whispered to Mary, glancing just briefly at the man in the room.
"Oh, don't pay him any mind," the girl waved her hand, dismissing the presence of her uncle. "We're having dinner," she told her conclusively, slapping a hand on the book to stop her progression.
When his back was turned to the girls there was a steady feel of a stare on his back. John figured that Mary wasn't the one that was glancing to him. That only left the young girl who each time he looked over to would hide her face from sight. She was flirting. The young woman must have felt that it was too much and began to pick up her books, John hearing her whisper that she should leave to allow the family to visit. Mary dismissed the idea, telling her companion that she was going to be staying for dinner too.
Though trying to keep him out of earshot the sentiment did not go unnoticed by the man. He stepped toward the table and his voice sounded again. John looked over at the girls, taking a drink from the glass as he walked over to the table. "This entire house is surrounded by family. If you left every time a family member walked in, you two would never see each other," John told her, Mary chuckling at the comment.