He nodded and pretended to admire one of her confusing artworks. She blushed slightly and continued talking about her painting. He gave her long five minutes of his time and then he excused himself for a drink he didn't need. He loosened his tie and almost ran his way out of the ballroom and into the deserted balcony that overlooked the pool area. Much to his luck, it was empty of guests.The solitude proved irresistible. He lit a ciggarette and took a long drag. He only wanted to steal a few precious minutes of blissful quiet before someone came looking for him.
He knew solitude in a place like this was too good to be true when he heard the sound of clacking heels against the surface of the balcony. He cursed under his breath,forced a smile and turned around to face the lady in the heels. much to his surprise she wasn't coming towards him, in fact she was holding a smart phone between her fingers, her head bowed and she was frowning, she didn't even notice his presence. She stood against the balcony railings and continued texting.
Her hair was a golden brown just like the rest of the girls inside there, only it was unsually longer, the curls and waves fell bellow her tiny waist he noticed with the corner of his eye. She was dressed in a silk long sleeved white shirt that didn't show any flesh, tucked in a black tafetta high waisted skirt that ended below her ankle. And then came the shoes. It was the most extraordinary shoes he'd ever seen. so sparkly and big, so big, they didn't fit her small ,delicate legs.other than her sparkly shoes she didn't wear any accesories, oh except for a couple of tiny diamond stud earrings, he now noticed.But it wasn't her glorious hair or her delicate features that captured his attention. It was the fact that she looked just like a little girl wearing her mother's grown up clothes. He lit another cigarette and continued watching her now with growing interest.
She felt someone watching her. She stiffened, confused by the feeling of insecurity and danger that swept over her , then she slowly turned around to face the threat. A very well dressed gentleman was looking at her, that was the first thing she noticed, of course he looked away emmediatly, feigning innocene. His navy tuxedo hugged his powerful body in all the right places, it was obviously custom made for him. impressive.
The wind carried the heady smell of masculine perfume and smoke her way. She shuddered. She hated the smell of ciggaretes yet for some reason this one was almost pleasant. Almost..
He watched her for a good long while and when she didn't react he decided to make his presence known. "hi.."
"hey" She said, sounding breathless.
"are you by any chance hiding from someone?" He asked, giving her a brief smile.
She smiled politely. " no, are you?"
"why would you think that?" Now he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling.
She didn't understand him. "I'm sorry? I mean uh um I didn't think you wear hiding, ..forget it"
He laughed ;a low throaty laugh,the sound delighted her.
" who are you?" He asked. "let me guess, an artist?"
" I um work in fashion.., a stylist" She lied.
His eyes drifted back to her shoes. They were enormous on a girl so slim, so furious so sparkly!
"hmm interesting, what do people call you?"
"hmmm they call me Aphrodite, like the goddess" She mocked, imitating him.
He took a step toward her and she instinctively took a step back.
He knew she was lying, he was boss here, and he didn't recognize her. " you've such a mysterious air about you" He said. "deliberate, isnt it?"
" mysterious? of course, you don't even know me" She was begining to get annoyed by this stranger.
" It's sexy"
Truth is he'd felt off balance from the moment he'd first looked at her. He vowed not to leave this place without knowing her full name or her phone number. screw it all, he wanted both. He made a mental note to ask his sister about this interesting little woman.
Her shoulders shook with mirth, this man was so weird, crazed! yet for some reason it didn't feel so strange. At all.
" you gave me the impression that you are a gentleman, boy I was wrong!" She said, contradicting her words with laughter.
" I don't care, min ziman 7a6 3ainy 3lech"
" liar..I've never seen you before!"
He took a couple of steps closer to her, this time she didn't try to move away.
He stood before her, their hands almost touching. "sim3ay, I'm having the strongest..hmm whats the word..ee infatuation. This is new to me, let's go get married"
She giggled. " mi9akhaaaa, how old are you?"
" I'm serious, I think I wanna marry you, don't say no no"
She laughed, interrupting him "No you didn't just quote Bruno mars! thats soo cheesy"
" ga3id a'3aneelich, plz say yes..do you want me to kneel down on one knee and.."
"you're pushing it!" She snapped.
"I want you, and I want... erm that finger of yours is terribly bare, I want to decorate it with something as sparkly and big as your shoes." He said, staring at her hands shamelessly.
"fara'3aa.." She complained, melting a little bit in the inside. Just a bit..
He smiled. " You don't wanna know how serious I am, I'll give you a week to think about it, 7 full days...and now excuse me I've an errand to attend to..goodnight beautiful"
She stopped dead in her tracks, wide eyed..speechless and very very flattered..

5 comments:
<3 love the way u write!
happyy birthday zuz ;p
fashionatefix: thank uu <3
anon: thank u :D
hmmm .. me likey so far.. bas.. hmmm
Then whaat???
Sh9aaaaaaar ;/
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