“I need to go,” he uttered abruptly. Upon uncovering the duvet over his thighs and legs, he swiftly reached for the attire scattered all across the room, piece by piece, like patches of breadcrumb trail starting from the door, leading right towards the queen-size bed. As for her, she was surprisingly…”reserved”… for a composition such as her.
She was still lying sideways underneath the warm provided by the duvet, facing inside the bed. But she wasn’t pretending to be asleep; she wasn’t even hiding her eyes, hers toes rubbing against each other to generate extra heat to counter the air-conditioning.
It really took him some effort trying to put his lower limbs back through his slacks while recovering from a serious hangover. It was then his palm ran into his black leather Dunhill wallet. Then he remembered…his duty.
OR PERHAPS OBLIGATION WOULD BE MORE APPROPRIATE??
Within seconds he swiftly scrambled out several hundred-notes before realising that the amount could be a little “insulting” to the splendid night he has had so far. Withdrawing his hand and at the same time taking a quick glance into his wallet, he took out a few more notes and folded them in two.
“There, for…tonight,” his cheeks were burning red, but he wasn’t sure if she could see them in the dimmed room. This time she was no longer indifferent; she held the blanket over her chest with her left while lowering down her right thigh to straighten herself up. Simultaneously, she revealed her smooth, silky shoulders and thighs. Those movements of hers were so agile, yet at the same time erotic and sensual.
His cheeks were burning hot again, and quickly turned them away from that seducing sight, but there was no slowing down the battering heart of his. Sensing her eyes falling on his back, he continued to re-dress himself, now buttoning his blouse.
“Will you be back?”, she broke the suffocating silence that was gradually building up within that space, as if the air was siphoned out and his muscles tensed up. It was getting hard for him to relax.
Sensing no reply, she probed further timidly, “Was I no good?”
“Err…no, no…it’s just me…" he said, half-turning –half-buttoning his last button. After completing a seemingly deadly quest before her presence, he muttered a quick prayer under his breath, and turned around to face her after feeling more confident. And indeed, he no longer flustered resting his eyes on her again, even though she was staring right back into his eyes.
Suddenly he looked down and examined himself frantically, checking whether he buttoned wrongly or wore his shirt inside out. He stopped only after he heard her chuckled. “Sorry…it’s not…you’ve done nothing wrong…” she said half-chuckled, half-stuttered. Instantly he loosen up, and laughed at his own over-anxiety.
“Pardon my rudeness, You’re…different,” continuing where she stopped, she was staring at him again. Realising that she was observing him again, he stared back into hers, intending to put on some fight.
“Really? Well…I’ll admit I’m not much of a GOOD sleeper,” he jokingly retorted.
“Yeah, you probably do better sleeping on the crouch than in the bed…”
Then she suddenly stood up, baring everything without the slightest hint of embarrassment, walked towards him so near that he could smell the lingering remnants of the perfume she had on her.
GOD CONDEMNED ADAM THE DAY HE MADE EVE.
After several seconds of silence, both still staring into each other, she took his next tie from his palms. “Would you allow me the honour?” she whispered. Putting almost no resistance or whatsoever, he puffed his chest out, looking upwards into the ceiling, and relaxed both his arms.
With a gentle smile she threw the necktie around his rather stiffed neck,resting both ends on his broad but not-so-muscular chest. With a bit of exercise, she thought to herself, he could turn out to be quite the hulk.
“You’re…curious, pretty much unlike the others…”
“How are the rest like?”
While intersecting both ends, she remarked, “They come…to wash away the loneliness inside them,” then pushing the wide end through the loop right at his next, before continuing, “I simply provide the tools for them…”
“Does that include this?”, curiously he asked, his eyes looking downwards indicating his tie.
Smirking, while making a loop with one end embalming the bulging knot, this time she whispered into his ears, “This is on the house.” Now curious about what she has to say, he pressed on, “Me?”
“You??” She sounded a bit surprised by his sudden display of courage. His eyes were looking at hers with intensity, so different from the ones that were repeatingly avoiding hers earlier. She knew instantly, and instinctively, that she was right about him. Meek, even weak on the outside. But once you start uncovering his defences bit by bit, there are more than meets the eye.
“You…” she paused. Her hands still working on the tie. Now pushing the wider end of the tie through the back of the knot, she forced the end through the knot.
“…you didn’t come to rid the loneliness. You enjoy them; you like your solitude…yes?” She threw him a cheeky smile, so full of confidence and faith as if she had known him inside out. His stunned expression only served to confirm what was just a strong suspicion.
With her left she forced the tie in its vertical position, while with her right she adjusts the length of the tie as the finishing touch. As she rested both palms on his chest, she cheerfully announced that the Windsor is ready for its task.
Turning around to face the mirror, his eyebrows were raised in appreciation and in awe on how well she had made the knot, with her first try, on a man she had hardly known at all.
VERY IMPRESSIVE INDEED.
“You, mister…you came to learn. You came to sate your curiosity…well, partly to learn about us, or me, so to speak. But you’re…queer…Most men are curious, but they lose interest after the transaction ended.” Realising that it was rude to show his back to her, he turned to face her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, now with a bath robe wrapped around her, incompletely. “But above all, you came to learn about yourself.”
“Really? You are not hoping that I would believe every word…do you??” Putting on a doubtful facade, he knew he was just playing self-denial, trying to put her off, for everything she said was right on the spot.
Unexpectedly she stood up. “I’m hoping that you would stay for the night.” Sensing deliberation in his silent reply, she took a step further nearer to him, whispering into his ear, “I can make it worthwhile.”
He wondered why he rushed putting his clothes back on, wanting to leave so desperately. Now regretting his hastiness, a thousand thoughts screened through his mind. Of course, he could “graciously” accept her generous offer; after all the room has been paid for. But he was already looking past what was in that very room. Reviewing and revisiting every word and action she had made or said, he was trying to comprehend what she is trying to do, and what her intentions were. If magic creatures exist, she would be the Siren or the Mermaid, singing him into the abyss, signalling the death of his rationale.
OR MAYBE SHE ALREADY HAD ME DONE IN?
Reluctantly, he replied, “Thanks for the offer, but…”
“How disappointing, so it’s a no??”
“Not exactly…”
“Then?”
“A counter-proposal…”
He took her hands in his, just like a gentleman assisting and ushering a lady into a exquisite party.
“I proposed that we have a cup of tea…at the L’Engouement…and before you ask why, yes, I do need a rest…”
A heartily laughter resonated throughout the room. She didn’t say a word, but he could read the atmosphere, and her expression were full of vigour, the youthfulness that she had prematurely lost now reverberating once again, as if time was turned backwards and she’s young in spirit once again, just as if should be at her age.
It wasn’t long before she ditched the bathrobe and put on her dress. She took the time and liberty to reapply the Victoria’s Secret lipsticks and Lancôme mascaras, even though the occasion is only at a cafe.
“Shall we?” He offered her his arm, and she happily intersected hers with his. Both of them walked out arm in arm, leaving behind what was once a transaction, slowly working their way into a real, proper connection.
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