It's Suzanne. My confidence deflates. My approach slows. She seems equally surprised to see me. I look into her warm large brown eyes, and I feel like a kid again, unsure, goofy. The type of kid an older brother would beat up. My eyes harden at the memory. I am standing before her thinking, she's still beautiful. In fact, she's more radiant than ever. I sigh, "How are you Doctor Suzanne Smith?"
"I am okay." Suzanne smiles.
I close my eyes a bit to hide something...vulnerability. Unfortunately, the emotions are still there when my eyelids reopen. Time did not remove the feelings I have for this woman. In that moment, my hate for black lives didn't matter. I am captivated.
I take another breath, "Ahhhm...what are you doing here?" this is a luxurious condo complex owned by my family. It's not accessible to just anyone, especially someone of Suzanne's means.
"I am here to collect a package from my attending physician. This is the address I was given. But she's not here yet. Still some minutes away." Suzanne says, looking around the plush contemporary lobby.
"I live here..."
"On the pent floor I bet!" Suzanne says, grinning. Of course, would have been my response, but I held back the comment.
"They have excellent guest service here. If you need a drink or need to use the restroom...if you need wifi services, Tray or Linda can help you." I say, showing her the persons at the reception desk.
"Thanks," Suzanne says, with a subdued smile.
After we exchange a few more pleasantries, I disappear into my private elevator. It zips me to the fortieth floor. The elevator opens into a huge bachelor suite with a stunning panoramic view of New York city. Suzanne would love this killer view. Rufus jumps on my leg. I pick up my furry friend and walk over to the security tv screens. As controller of the property, and penthouse resident, I can see all the happenings in the lobby and other places in the building. I am looking at Suzanne, sitting on a sofa in the lobby, scrolling through her phone. Imagine that...running into the elegant Suzanne Smith here. All six feet of her! I rub Rufus's head. An idea pops into my head.
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Chocolate Vanilla Sweets
RomanceMichael Henry Mitchell is nobody's fool. He doesn't like people of color. As heir to the Mitchell dynasty, he's in control and easily has his pick of women. Except he has always loved only one girl. Suzanne - and to his frustration, she happens...
