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But I decide not to go out and bark at them and instead I go to the website of that ridiculous organization. The one that Zerena seems so fond of and I clench down on my jaw when I notice that the front page has a video of her.
Clicking play I watch her stand in a wetsuit on a cliff and it looks like she just took a dip. A harsh wind is blowing and I can barely hear what she’s saying but I distinguish some rambling about toxic waste and someone named Ursula.
Muting the sound I just watch her instead and she seems angry. Practically yelling. And seeing her angry gets me hard, especially when her cheeks turn a furious red.
They do that around me too. A lot.
Pressing my fist to my mouth I chuckle when I remember how she sang to me in the middle of the coffee shop just so that I would fund her.
She looked like a deer in headlights. Frozen. Terrified. But that didn’t stop her, she kept going and when I sarcastically told her I was going to fund her she beamed at me so hard my heart flipped in my chest.
Then when I took it back it felt like taking candy from a child.
I could tell she felt a little defeated but that didn’t stop her. She even stalked me to the movie theater. Not that I’m much better considering I looked up where she lived then showed up unannounced at her home.
I scoff, bookmarking the page with her video and then I lean back in my chair and pensively look out the window.
I’ve noticed that Zerena is weary of me but not as weary as she should be because she won’t like it if I go in for a bite. Or well, with her I might just settle for a nibble unless she pushes me over the edge.
And I’m not usually even going close to the edge because I need to be careful with my wealth and business.
I have connections in high places, people I’ve known since I was in my teens and certain things are expected of me. That I act in a respectable manner and that whatever woman accompanies me on my arms is discreet and knows how to handle herself.
A woman that will jump through hoops to avoid embarrassing me. Zerena is not that kind of a woman and yet she is more fascinating to me than any Octavia or Araminta that my father always tries to set me up with.
Zerena looks like her style icons are the Teletubbies and it should make my eyes bleed, but instead I have a hard time looking away.
And that smell of hers, that I first found overbearing but for these past days I’ve caught myself trying to search for it in the crowd. It’s unique, just like her. She’s a rare creature that must be protected in a blasé world.
In my world a woman is a man’s accessory, his symbol that he has done well for himself and most of my friends date supermodels and actresses. Not girls with sincere eyes who wear their hearts on their sleeve.
And they rarely date women who haven’t had any work done. But there is nothing artificial about Zerena, her body natural and lush enough for me to fantasize about it every other minute.
But I am not obsessed. I’m not the kind of man who gets fixated by a girl who can’t even walk straight.
Despite that, I turn on her video again because this is what she’s reduced me to. As it turns out I might just have one weakness. And it’s a little siren who’s dreadful song apparently has managed to enslave me.
6.
Zerena
Since he showed up at my apartment, he hasn’t been at the coffee shop for four whole days. Usually he takes his meetings here on Monday and Friday but he didn’t come on Monday even though I promised not to nag.
Maybe he’s one of those annoying people who holds a grudge for ages. Maybe I’ll never see him again, never again get warm all over from one of his scowls or feel my heart twitch from the sound of his voice.
Leaning over the counter I put my chin in my hands, stomping my foot on the floor. I don’t really care if here never comes in here. I don’t.
I wish him a long healthy happy life...
Actually forget it, I wish him nothing but misery. If he doesn’t want to play nice, then I don’t either! When the doorbell pings I look up, expecting it to be yet another yummy mummy. But to my surprise its Blaise, a little more casually dressed this time in denims and a cashmere coat.
His eyes immediately lock on mine and like an idiot I straighten, firing a huge grin and wave at him. Turns out that he doesn’t hold a grudge after all, so yay. He gives me a curt, businesslike nod and I sour. He couldn’t even wave!Boo on you, Blaise.
Then again he’s not exactly one of those animated types.
But the guy he’s accompanied by seems to be one. It’s not Muffin Man this time but someone I haven’t seen before. This guy is a total hottie just like Blaise and they seem to be around the same age. He’s only slightly shorter with dashing blonde hair. He waves at me and I shoot him my typical, polite waitress smile.
Which by the way is far from the warm megawatt one that I give to Pendragon, though he seems to have his head too far up his tight ass to notice that I could be putty in his hands.
