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I SCANNED THE ROOM ADMIRING all the Who’s Who of Atlanta here to help me celebrate the opening of my new store.
My cousin Taylor offered to throw me a welcome to Atlanta party, sort of a pre-opening. She said it’s the best way to entice the glitterati of Atlanta to come to the opening. If I weren’t the guest of honor, I’d be gone. I have so much to get done before the opening.
I looked across the room and caught the eye of the most beautiful man in the room. I convinced myself he was smiling at me, until I realized my cousin Taylor was behind me.
She walked over and whispered, “Too bad he is so old.”
“How old is he?” I asked.
“He’s in our neighborhood.”
“So now, we’re old?”
“No girl.” She laughed. “You know what I mean. I thought I’d try something a little fresher.” She turned to her right and cast a big smile in the direction of this young, honey colored, bald child standing in the corner. He was fine, but he still had milk on his lips. She motioned for him to come over although Mr. Dark Chocolate was also headed towards us.
Mr. Dark Chocolate moved like a gazelle, slow and steady gliding across the room. Swagger...confidence...danger. As he approached, I saw the details of his face more clearly. His skin looked like smooth dark chocolate and he had the most incredible light brown eyes. I’ve never seen a man so dark with such light eyes. They didn’t seem real, nor did he. He smiled and I felt something deep in my core. I don’t care if he’s only coming over to talk to my cousin. I’m grateful to stand here in his presence and lust…I mean admire him. He stopped in front of us and my mind immediately filled with thoughts no good, Christian girl should know anything about. I wonder what he looks like wet and naked. I looked around hoping I hadn’t said that out loud.
“Hello, Taylor.” He smiled.
Oh God, did You recycle Barry White’s voice box and put it inside this beautiful package? My hormones and body went into a tailspin and I was ruined for any other man on this planet.
Taylor managed to pry herself from junior’s arms long enough to acknowledge what I believe to be God’s best work. “Hi Moses. I’m glad you came.”
He kissed the back of her hand and replied, “Thank you for inviting me.” He took my hand, turned it over and gently kissed it. I think my uterus just flipped over.
“Good evening, I’m Moses Adair.”
Moses, lead me to the Promise land. “Alexandra Miller.”
“Are you the Alex?” He asked.
If I wasn’t, I was now. “Which Alex would that be?” I replied with a smile.
“The Alex I’ve been hearing people talk about all evening.”
“Depends on what you’ve heard.” I’m trying to flirt and that’s not something I’m good at. I wanted to tell him, “I’m whoever I need to be in order to keep talking to you.”
“Excuse me”, Taylor said, as she took junior’s arm and left us standing in the middle of the room.
“I heard a woman say she hoped the pink dress Alex was wearing would be available at the store, because she liked the way it...” He slowly looked me up and down. When his eyes met mine, he was smiling. I instantly recognized that smile. It’s the same one I had when I first spotted him. “...framed her face.”
I gave him the same smile he gave me. “Then, I guess I am that Alex.”
As soon as the flirting started, it ended. I saw him looking everywhere, but at me. Time to move on. I should have known this gorgeous man wasn’t interested in me. I’m going to hurt Taylor for leaving me with one of her castoffs.
“Excuse me, but I…”
He gently grabbed my hand. “Please…” I looked at my hand and then at his face. Those incredible eyes went from light to dark brown in a matter of seconds. A jolt hit my core and I almost fell down. “Please…don’t leave me alone.”
“What?”
He leaned in close and his aftershave traveled up my nose. He smelled like an expensive cigar that had been dipped in plums and cardamon. I took a deep breath, tattooing his scent in my mind. “May I tell you a secret?”
He can say anything he wants as long as I can hear that voice. I swallowed hard. “Sure.”
“This really isn’t my thing.”
“Then why did you come?” He was still holding my hand. Part of me wanted him to let go before he realized how sweaty it was. The other part of me didn’t ever want him to let it go. I looked down at my hand and back at him and he released my hand.
