He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sky-blue colored shorts.
He was too close to me, so close that I had to back up a step to see the rest of his face. The scent of his presence was somewhere between a natural musk smell and the natural scent of sweat from a hot day. The strength of him was overwhelming and our chemistry was a match. He drew me in immediately. I’d never been in love, but I dreamed about intimacy often. He might have been perfect for me.
When I stepped back, I could see his face clearly. It was etched like a Greek god, chiseled around his mouth, chin, and cheek bones. He sported a short gentleman haircut. His hair was dark and lined with his face and light beard. I made my way to his eyes. Oh my God, his eyes left me breathless alone. Now, we’re talking fantasy material, not just some guy I’d want in my life.
I immediately looked away because I was sure he could cast a spell of some kind on me with those two blue sapphire eyes shining down on me when I looked up at him.
He was also someone I was not interested in pursuing because he was way out of my league, and I had a career now. I was now officially an artist with my first very fine piece of art. I have life plans to go after. He would just get in the way.
“Hi.” I managed to return his greeting in a breathless voice.
“I’m Justin, and you are?” he said in a sexy deep vibrational man voice as he extended his hand to shake mine.
“Claire.” I pushed out in a small voice feeling a little breathless.
“Like the air,” he said.
“Claire.” He said my name for the first time. I went breathless again as our hands and eyes met to shake hands.
Breathe, Claire. Let’s keep our head out of the clouds.
His hands and skin were amazingly perfect and soft. It felt like the match had been made, the pheromones were interested on my end and a little mix of sweat on our hands matched as we touched hands.
I kept my head down because by now I’d already memorized every inch of his body. My mind went elsewhere while he was trying hard to make his introduction.
“So, are you going to sell this beautiful painting, Claire?”
I hadn’t even thought about it. What’s he trying to do here? I wondered. I was still thinking about his voice as my mind did a play back of when he referred to my name as “air.” So unique, I thought. So romantic.
“Um, yes… eventually,” I said, trying like hell to act professional.
“How much?” he asked with a grin that was so captivating. I thought it’d be a good idea to paint that grin someday.
She creates strong female characters with deep, authentic voices that evoke emotion, and strength of the human condition.
Susan is a natural non-conformist, loves dark coffee with vanilla creamer, anything outdoors (especially the beach) and simple living.
She is mom to three, surrogate mother to eight, and lives in sunny Southern California with her husband, and very interactive cat.
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