RED HAIRED BEAU

AGAIN.

His hazel eyes lingered in my daydreams, the horrible, unfiltered manner of speech that came from him strangely made me full but annoyed just as much.

I have to know who he is. I've been thinking about this man ever since I met his gaze at my doorstep. I wonder just who he is.

Like the creepy as bitch, I sat in my car since yesterday morning, hoping to get a glimpse of him and his beat up Mercedes truck but I didn't see it, or him. I later gave up and went back to my apartment to take a nap.

Today I have to meet up with a client who wants to purchase my painting. His prince range is pretty high and I like it so Harriet, the manager in one of the art galleries I work for, called me this morning and told me that I had a meeting scheduled for this morning at 8:30 sharp. I, silly me, ended up getting there at 9:14.

"You're pretty lucky the guy himself wasn't able to come. He sent his secretary to some do the negotiations. Try to be a bit more punctual, would you please?" Harriet scolded but informed me. I nodded nonchalantly and entered the office where the supposed secretary was waiting for me.

The first thing I noticed was his hair. Red, with those brown streaks standing out. It's him, the rude guy from two days ago!

I was surprised to find him here but he didn't seem surprised at all, I'm sure he was well informed before coming.

"It's quite surprising meeting you here like this but I hope our past encounter doesn't affect this in anyway." He said, looking more composed and calmer than the first time we met. I nodded my head slowly, dazed but still on earth.

"Hmm, don't worry. I don't mix business with personal matters." I responded in a graceful manner and sat in the couch he previously sat in. He sat on the opposite end, his body turned to face me.

"Okay then. I hope we can get through this peacefully." He said. I nodded. He informed me then about his boss's proposal to buy my painting at a good $20 million. I was trying to focus but all I could do was mentally be excited about this man's presence. He stopped talking and it looked like he was waiting for some sort of answer.

"I'm sorry what?" I begged for pardon.

"Do you agree with this price or do you want more for the painting?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm okay with it." I replied with a quick nod. He returned it with a nod of his own and stood. I stood after him.

"Mr Brighton will be here tomorrow to sign the contract for the purchase then you'll get your money. He personally wants to meet you." He said.

"Oh cool." Came my short, distracted reply. He smiled tightly before grabbing a bag I didn't even know was here and put a hand out for a handshake. I took it immediately. The warmth radiating from his palm made my heart melt a bit. I held his gaze for quit e a while. His hand left mine and I suddenly felt cold but it was actually warm today.

He passed by me, leaving trails of his heavenly scent of masculinity. I got lost, so lost in that scent that by the time my soul returned to my body, I realized that I didn't even know his name. I bolted out the door, hoping to catch him but as I got into the car park, there was no sign of him around.

SHIT!