"Business Trip Unusual"
A Night With My Niece
Steve Harvey's journey into darkness began with the simplest of looks. Only anon, alone with the truth, would he know the irony of remembering it as an Safe glance. A first acquaintance of the eyes between a gentleman who wore his passion like a Wound and a lady who wore her force like a mask.
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Just before eat he decided to take a march. He was on the foremost floor of Bergdorf's, one of his darling routes during rotten ride out, when something trapped his eye. Something, someone, descending the escalator. It was be fond of the first intimate of an approaching storm. An excruciating darkness. A female, dressed in a black leather ensemble, exquisitely tailored. The jacket collar was crooked high with important attitude.
A sensation washed over him, a flagrant and familiar corporal awareness that was part adrenaline, part testosterone. It was accompanied by an older anxiety, wondering what to do with the second.
It was an all consuming mind-fuck, one he had learned…like an addict who learns to tenderness the sting of the needle…to austerely appreciate for what it was: a instant of fantasy, the obscurity poetry of yearn for, with roots too severely imbedded to be silent.
The woman was so wonderful that it was challenging not to stare at her. She was the Obscurity Lady.
All of this registered in a heartbeat or two, lingering enough for the escalator to deposit her into the walkway in front of a mascara counter. She looked gone from him as if he wasn't there at all.
He enthused to a spot behind a tower of strength and watched. He could walk away, find another stand, and continue the dance. This was surely a rich man's lady. While this was perhaps the most excellent and most exciting visualization of his fantasy that he'd ever seen in the flesh, he's seen others and knew this was a evanescent high. The drug as a rule came in freeze-frames and flashes; this had been an intact short feature. It only took seconds for his mind and his heartbeat to begin its descent to actuality, thankful for the clash with like a surprise of cocaine, committing it to reminiscence. She was looking truthfully at him. Then again, perhaps it was but their eyes sheltered and the electricity returned with a wave he could atmosphere throughout his mass. Her hands were slim, with long French-manicured nails and several posh gold rings. Hands of privilege.
'You've been study me.' Her voice was low, breathy, almost powerfully to hear.
This was to perfect. The nearness of the lady only confirmed his perceptions…there were no flaws, no compromises. Her eyes were nigh on ablaze with obscurity secrets. She was made up of every gloomy thought he'd ever acceptable himself, packaged within the boundaries of classiness and taste. Sharply angled cheekbones and an ever-so-slightly arched nose gave her a stately air, a appearance of majesty that was unworkable not to spot. She was too delightful to be over forty and too erudite to be younger, creating an puzzle that was as weird as it was fascinating. Her clever grin was an all too inevitable acknowledgement of what was authentic between them. And this, in an minute made her all the more unsafe.
'I'm sorry…I didn't intend to be rude, I just…'
'I don't expect that you were.' The beam was deepening now, the eyes full of something beyond astuteness, something almost frightening. And from the peek of it, if nothing else, it smiling her.
The energy of the second forced his eyes left, and there was nowhere to go with them other than a full search of her profile. It was tunnel image, and at the close of the tunnel was the essence of his lure, bathed in a easy glow. Testing his next move. There were volumes and being of comprehension in the way she looked at him. He had no perception.
'I was just…I median I was admiring…' He grinned, an intuitive self-deprecation that he knew disarmed any apparatus or perceived ego. He noticed that his tenseness seemed to please her, to change her smile to one of satisfaction. He took a breath as if to warning sign that he was starting over.
'You seem very…'
She interrupted him with a perfectly arched eyebrow. What had been so adorable, this toying with his inmost desire, now hung in qualm. She had dangled a moment of fantasy before him, and as his guard began to decline she snatched it not here, all for the pleasure of study the confusion in his eyes.
She had won. And yet, she had gone him with something.
This was a female with the look good of a very blatant and unmanageable jeopardy. A woman with a curtain. An evil female in a manner that men found irrestible. A woman who dressed and acted the part, perhaps because it was the affect of her nature, perhaps to pull the attention of her quarry. Nothing was convinced, nothing could be recognized.
Except, perhaps, this Dark Lady herself. He followed her out of the pile to a tiny café around the part. This was a murky and quiet debar, filled with a few couples before you for their desk, the usual ladies 'who eat and a few stag suits tossing down their first tranquilizers of the day of the week.
She was meeting in a corner, her eyes downcast, enveloped in a thoughtful mood. She looked up at him and smiled, the appearance of which formed a diametrically contrary impression from the wicked female he'd just been with in Bergdorf's. He was certainly he saw a real pleasure in her eyes, not a part being played. Her smirk revealed impossibly colorless teeth framed by pouting lips, painted the flush of a discerning Merlot. Her raven facial hair fell perfectly straight on either side of her face, tucked slightly confidential at the natter line, very stylish with a gothic essence.
She existing her right furnish up to him with an immodestly royal air. Her skin was remarkably warm and aromatic, and he found himself just holding her furnish instead of inveterate her handshake. He was tempted to bend and kiss the back of it, a winking gesture of romantic hilarity with a serious intent, but unwavering better of it. Cool was always the wiser defaulting posture, especially this ahead of schedule in the dance. She wore a gold mix ring that was attractively surrounded with tiny brilliant diamonds; not so gaudy but definitely uptown.
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