He saw her across the street standing in front of a bookstore window eyeing one book or another on one of the stands, he could see it from where he watched across the street with hands shoved in his pockets looking as discreet as possible watching his prey like a hawk.
He wasn’t known for the romantic type and preferred quick and dirty in forgettable hotel rooms with women he would eventually forget the names of.
His target was an undeniable vision not beautiful in the “America’s Next Top Model” sense but in a modest sense of beauty, the common visage that blends and fades with the other faces of the same type of beauty with only subtle differences to tell them apart.
Her hair was blonde and curled slightly at the middle of her back tossed carelessly over one shoulder, her pale skin kissed by freckles peeked through the cut out sleeves of her navy blue shirt that brought out the deeper ocean of her eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed with the slight cold of New York causing her arms tighten on her back pressing together impressive breasts bunching beneath her shirt begging for some release.
He envisioned the worship of those breasts as his eyes tasted the slightly average roundness that she tried to hide with a slightly bigger shirt and what he imagined to be a waist trainer. The thickness of her hips were flattering and flared out to legs meant to look miles long with a modest heel that he would remove inch by inch till her feet were bare, her eyes hid the depths of the ocean within them leading to a siren abyss that would drown anyone unfortunate enough to fall for her charm.
Removing his hands to tuck up the corners of his coat he was across the street before his mind finished the image of what being in bed with her would feel like, his smile in place hiding the wolfish gleam of his eyes stepping beside her acting as if he was studying the books and not the rise of her breath through her begging breasts.
“Brown Sugar, Erotic Black Fiction, interesting choice of book.” she turns to him with a flush of surprise and slight shame going to put the book back as if being caught with porn.
In a way it is but he doesn’t care to stop her hand boldly giving a conspiratorial smile, “no it’s alright, no need to be ashamed of the type of book you read. I was merely surprised is all, I’m sure there are some great stories in there.”
Then she seems to hesitate at his touch staring down at his hand like it is some alien thing, but he doesn’t remove it and she doesn’t remove herself from beneath his hand blinking down at it before looking to him shyly with her other hand poised between putting the book back and holding onto it.
“It does have some interesting tales, I especially like the ones about dangerous affairs that could end in disaster.”
His brow raises at her bold statement removing his hand with a lingering caress pleased to see the gooseflesh rise on her skin left burning from his fingertips, “I wouldn’t peg you for the dangerous type.”
She smiles and it is brilliant taking the air from his lungs for the most of five seconds, “sometimes it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for,” he clears his throat and acts as if she hadn’t just surprised him smirking slightly gesturing to a cafe nearby, “why don’t you tell me all about it over coffee?”
He is bold and he sees a flash of excitement in her gaze at his proposition seeming to think for only a moment before nodding and tucking the book into her purse, “I would be honored.”
He nods and leads the way letting her follow after him smirking to himself, “this is how it starts,” he thinks to himself talking to her absently on the way getting to know more of her, “the ambitions that may never be fulfilled, the small dismal conversations that will soon spiral into miraculous silence. The joining of the cosmic forces to make a new beautiful reality, if only for one night.”
He cannot wait for the taste of her and the poetry that slips from her tongue like a caress to his deepest sense, the hot wires that connect at the promise of her breasts pressed to his lips and the toss of that blonde hair as ecstasy replaces her words. He shudders and takes her hand as they sit across from each other sharing words and space, a space that will soon be filled with one thought.
He thinks of this as he begins to work his charm with a smile, “one night.” It is going to be beautiful, if only he knew then how life-changing it would be; he may have run the other way...maybe.