When the limo goes farther and farther out of the city limits, I begin to be worried. We are in a stretch limo, chauffeured by a driver who wears dark glasses against the setting sun. I’m prepared to be surprised, but I wasn’t expecting this. How can a guy like this be so totally obsessed with me? He called up Housekeeing and asked for my dress size? OK. He dips his eyes knowingly up and down my body. I take it, feeling self-conscious and more than a little dazzled. I make to walk confidently forward and almost trip on my dress.Īlex proffers me his arm.
She turns to me, makes a funny face and mouths ‘hot hot hot!’ “Thank you,” she says after she lets him go. She’s one of those touchy-feely people who hug everybody, so I won’t hold it against her. Amazing! To think that I have actually impressed him with the way I look!ĭeanna gives him a hug. “Hello.” Alex appears to recover some himself. Now I remember why I succumbed to his kiss in the restroom. His shirt is white and his jacket and pants are charcoal. He’s dressed fittingly in a suit that shows off his broad shoulders. well, Deanna can’t stop gluing her eyes to him either. His longish hair is a little disheveled, and the rest of his face and body is simply. He’s so glorious that it hurts to look too long at him. The Alex who seems to desire me like no other guy. Suddenly he’s plain Alex again – the Alex that I’ve f**ked the very first time I saw him, and the Alex who tried to seduce me in his hotel bedroom. And there he is – Alexander Vassar in the flesh. It’s inconceivable that his voice can do this to me – but it does! And he’s come to fetch me himself, not send some flunky or aide. “Would you like to come in? She’s just getting ready.” “Hi,” I can hear Deanna saying in a voice that may possibly be brighter than a 100 Watt light bulb. Our tiny apartment suddenly feels like a furnace. I’m all flustered, and so Deanna sprints to the door. “Oh my God,” Deanna says, looking at her Guess wristwatch. That’s my own good advice I should be taking. Not manipulate stuff or worry about things I can’t control.
My head tells me I shouldn’t be even hoping that this will be like a normal boy-girl relationship. “But I’m not sure I want to be with that sort of guy for keeps,” I say. But if you give in to him tonight, he mightn’t want to see you again. “Toy with him and keep him interested, you know.” Deanna waves her foot.
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