Isn't this the sexiest photo you've seen in awhile? It reminds me of a story I started once and never finished. On re-reading it I'm thinking it sounds a bit like a harlequin romance :( Not a good thing. You tell me, should I finish it or toss it and start another? Be honest.
Sinking down onto my favorite high-backed chair, I closed my eyes, took in several slow, deep breaths and willed myself to relax. I sat for a moment allowing the soft strains of Beethoven's Pathetique to soothe my soul.
As a cloak of peace enveloped me, my eyes opened and surveyed the large, open room. Before me stood several statues of men in various states of dress. Some wore elegant clothing, others were stripped except for their trousers, while still others were wearing nothing at all. Some were holding serving trays, others were kneeling. "What a delicious room", I congratulated myself. "I'm pleased it is finally finished".
As I continued to peruse the contents, I noticed someone kneeling in the shadows at the far end by the window. Initially I mistook him for another statue, but on closer inspection I could see the flesh color of his chest. As my eyes traveled over his body I found myself wondering why he was so far away. To satisfy my curiosity I beckoned him.
He remained still for a moment and then looked around as if to make certain my gesture was meant for him. At my nod he stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me, head held high and his shoulders squared. My heart leaped for a moment as I recognized him. What an attractive man he was. His eyes struck me the most; bright and filled with an emotion I could not yet name.
Soon he was standing before me, head bowed. "Might I kneel for you, my Lady?"
Pleased, I nodded. Normally I am very controlled, but as he slipped down on his knees for me, my breath caught in my throat for just a moment. "Why are you here?"
"For so long I have sought the one woman who could capture my heart and bring me to my knees. I am strong - I do not need to kneel. I choose to kneel for you and to offer everything I am, everything I have, to your service."
I lowered my head a moment in an effort to hide a satisfied smile. For quite some time I'd had my eye on this one. He stood out among the rest and in an effort to make him mine I had deliberately woven a silky web of tender, gentle control around his heart.
Stretching out my hand to steady myself as I tripped over the debris strewn in the floor of the old, neglected building, I realized I must have been crazy to consider leasing this place . "It will cost a fortune to clean and remodel before I can even begin to bring in the sculptures."
"I know what you're thinking."
Startled, I turned quickly as the sexiest voice I'd ever heard reached my ears.
"Apologies, Ms. Dubois. I did not mean to startle you."
"I didn't realize you were already here, Mr. Smith". I laid my hand in his carefully proffered one, finding myself mildly surprised as he lowered his head and allowed his lips to brush my soft skin. "It's going to be an adventure to stay one step ahead of this one," I thought, all the while well aware that I could.
"But of course my dear lady, I wouldn't wish to have you wandering around an abandoned building alone." His dark eyes twinkled as he saw my approving nod. It would appear that the handsome and formal Mr. Smith was quite sure of himself.
I was intrigued.
"You're quite right in your thinking that this building is in need of a number of repairs. The remodeling and cleaning costs should be well within the number you mentioned in your letter. I've run some figures and will be happy to sit down and discuss them with your financial adviser at his earliest convenience."
"*I* am my financial adviser, Mr. Smith, and I will of course run numbers of my own."
His eyebrows arched in surprise. "Yes, of course, my dear lady, I merely assumed you would delegate that type of work to someone else and..."
"And a beautiful woman could never fit all those big bad numbers inside her dainty little head," came my amused reply.
"Please, please Ms. Dubois, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot!"
Hiding a delighted smile at his discomfort, I thought "He needs to be knocked off-kilter a few times. He's self assured and strong, but it won't take long to show him who is in charge."
Reaching out I gently caressed his cheek and assured him that I for one was standing firmly on both my size six feet.
His sharp intake of breath at my touch and his eyes traveling down my body all the way to my Christmas red pumps revealed his thoughts far better than any words. Shaking his head as if to clear his mind, he stepped farther into the room, ostensibly to turn on the light.
"Yes, that's right, give yourself time to clear your thoughts. Soon you won't be able to," I silently warned him.
(To be continued ?)
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